Pour High and Raise Hell
Bogfire Brawlers
Celtic Punk
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Blistering distorted guitars clash with fast punk rhythms and lively tin whistle folk melody lines in this raw Celtic Punk anthem, driven by thunderous drums and bodhrán pulses. Bagpipes soar through anthemic gang choruses that ignite rebellious pub energy, blending gritty distortion with traditional Celtic fire for unpolished, high-octane revelry. Defiant shouts and oi! calls fuel the working-class uprising in under two minutes of pure chaos.
Lyrics
Woke to the grind, fist clenched tight Woke to the grind, fist clenched tight Boss man's shadow, stealing our light Callous hands from the endless flight But in the smoke we claim our right Pour it high, shake the ground No kings, no chains, we're breaking free Rebels roar in revelry Broken backs from the daily war Empty pockets, begging for more Laughter cracks through the slam door Tonight we rise forevermore Pour it high, drink it down Shout it out, shake the ground No kings, no chains, we're breaking free Rebels roar in revelry Feel the fire in your veins ignite Hearts on fire, we own the night One more round, defy the plight Together strong we take our flight Pour it high, drink it down Shake the ground No kings, no chains, we're breaking free Rebels roar in revelry Hey ho, fade to the fight Rebels roar all through the night Rebels roar all through the night
Pour High and Raise Hell
Bogfire Brawlers
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