Drink, drink, drink I want a fucken beer, so I can Drink, drink, drink I want a fucken beer, so I can I wanna, drink some beer Something that I hold so dear But I can't even feel my legs I shouldn't have drunken those four kegs I wanna, fucking know Did last night did I get boned I see some pussies, getting stoned To all my drunk brothers, please drive home

Drunk men stagger, drunk men fall Drunk men swear and that's not all Quite often they will urinate outdoors Like widowed women, drunk men weep Like children curled up, drunk men sleep Like a dog, a drunk will crawl around on all fours Be he broke bum or rich rake His dinner be it bread or cake His beverage be the worse of whiskey, finest wine Puke it stinks and so it seems That drunkards go to great extremes But there has yet to be a perfectly straight line Drunks talk strong when drunks are weak It's easy for a drunk to speak Straight from the heart Yeah, drunks will fight they're not afraid To kiss the mistress and make the maid It's a manly art Oh but big toll will take Blood vessels in nose will break Bags beneath the eyes, another sign Drunks get ugly, so it seems That drunkards go to great extremes But there has yet to be a perfectly straight line Drunks are friendly when they're drunk and Drunks are hostile when they're drunk Which drunk it is, it all depends upon When drunks aren't drunk, they thirst for drink And the elephants are grey, not pink And the drink evaporates the man is gone, gone, gone, gone Back to the yachts and the subway cars To the hip-flasks and fruit jars Flat on the face and flat on the behind Oh, drunks get drunk and so it seems That drunkards go to great extremes But there has yet to be a perfectly straight line Straight line Straight line

Gragas: (Have A Drink!) HEY! Gather Close And Listen Here A Tale Of Mead For Every Ear A Storm Is Brewing On The Rift No Need To Make An Arcane Shift Happy Hours On The Rise I'm Rather Drunk That's No Surprise Raise A Flask Inside The Air With Several Pints Of Beer Demacia's A Royal Pain Noxus Loves To Just Complain The Void Is Leaking Creature Piles What The Hells The Shadow Isles In Here You All Can Get Along The Alcohol Will Right You Wrong You Know The Words So Sing Along To Gragas' Drinking Song Grab A Mug And Have A Chug Till You Pass Out Then Wake Back Up Then Take A Cask And Down It Fast And Chug Another Glass HEY! (Hey! Haha, Look At Jax With His Glass Half Empty, Imagine If He Had A Real Drink) Jax: (Here's To You, Kid) Gragas: (Oh Ahh, I Think I May Have Had A Bit Too Much... Wait... Wait...) Now Leagues A Place We All Can Fight The Taverns Just For Our Delight A Home To Waste Away The Time A Haven Free From All Your Crimes And While It's Good To Have You 'Round You'd Better Keep Your Weapons Down Or Get Tossed Out Upon Your Ass With A Big Explosive Cask Grab A Mug And Have A Chug Till You Pass Out And Wake Back Up Then Take A Cask And Down It Fast And Chug Another Glass

There's a light at the end where I know Where culprits on carpets make sense of it all And the sky is all indigo And the young ones just want to go home And the edge of the world makes it seem That everyone gone is still singing the same song And I can believe in these things That everyone's singing along The good the bad and the gone There's a light at the end of a dock Sending green little postcards to a city I love so much And the water makes sense of her laugh And wrinkles the backs of my hands There's a light at the end where I smoke And my name puffs in colors with people I know The song that was stuck in her head Becomes all the words you forget Yet everyone is singing along The good and the bad and the gone