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I thought these bodies were the end of my story,

the answers I'd been looking for.

But sometimes,

the dead have their own agenda.

All right, folks, show's over. Everybody go home.

Ah, Sergeant, would you like to ask me a few...

- Thanks, Barry, Cathal. Home. - You're a bit late, Sergeant.

This is an official crime scene now.

Everybody, go home!

- Go on, go on. - Hey.

- Go on. - Have we solved the mystery?

That'd be amazing. We've only been here a few days.

Seamus killed them.

No. He said he didn't know what happened to them.

Because killers always tell the truth.

Leave now, or I'll arrest ye.

We should go.

Where's Sean? He was here a few minutes ago.

- I'll call him. - Fucking Sean.

How much are you paying him to never be around?

- Yeah, he seems very busy. - I can't find my phone.

- I must have left it in his car. - Here. Use mine.

- Here. - Thanks.

- It's your boy, Sean. - Voicemail.

There's my phone, in Sean's car, over near Darragh's.

And how are we supposed to get there?

This is it?

That is what the app says.

What was that?

- Look at that. - Yes!

- Oh my God. - Oh man.

- Look at the guts on that yoke! - All sorts come out of that.

- There's Sean's car. - That's rotten!

Sketch!

Were they talking about me?

Where the fuck were you? You were late again.

Yeah, I tried to tell ya.

The podcasters found a pair of bodies in the bog.

- What? - Yeah, in the boot of a car.

Woo-hoo!

What are you giving children air guns for?

For the...

When I told you to get rid of the seagulls, I meant fuckin',

uh, poison or something.

Fuck.

Send your flunkies home.

Did you see that?

The haunted look of a guilty man.

Looked more like shock,

or surprise.

All right, lads, come on.

Come on. Fuck off. You heard him. Let's go.

- Pick up the pace. - You're not getting these back.

Actually, give me back the guns.

- Catch me if you can! - Give me the guns! Hey!

Bunch of...

Give me the guns, please!

Go! Sketch! Sketch! Go!

Dove.

I saw those two in the pub giving money to Sean.

Whatever's going on here, Gilbert, your podcast is in that warehouse.

You need this.

What is this place?

We'll just have to see, won't we?

What do you think is in there?

It's so creepy.

Can you see anything?

Be careful, Dove.

What the...

Fuck!

Oh my God, Dove!

- Dove? Dove, are you okay? - Dove?

- Can you hear me? - Dove?

- What do we do? - I'm okay!

- Okay. - I'm okay!

I'm okay!

I'm grand.

Oh my God.

What?

There is something

wriggling.

Get them off me!

What...

What the fuck are they?

Juvenile Anguilla anguilla.

They're eels.

Baby eels.

You've got to be fucking kiddin'.

You two, from the car.

Get down here now.

Down.

On the floor.

Now.

Sorry. Who are you?

They're the ones that ran me over.

Oh my God. You were at the pub.

- We're from Interpol. - Bullshit.

Wildlife Crimes and Environmental Action Group.

Wildlife what?

Bodkin is the center of an international eel smuggling operation.

- Eels? - Seriously?

Yes... eels.

And if you jeopardize any part of this operation,

we'll shut down your podcast and arrest all of you.

Sorry. You ran me over for fuckin' eels?

You came outta nowhere.

Stay away from this warehouse.

And most importantly, stay away from Seamus Gallagher. Got it?

Oh my God. Eel smuggling is the biggest animal trafficking crime in the world.

Eel populations are dwindling, but they're a cultural delicacy worldwide,

especially Japan, so the prices are soaring.

Yeah, unagi.

And they're so valuable, international gangs are now muscling in.

No wonder Interpol are involved.

They can't even arrest anyone without begging locals for help.

- Interpol are nothing to worry about. - Eels are actually really interesting.

Oh God.

Gilbert, this is great.

Seamus killed his brother and girlfriend 25 years ago,

and now he's being busted for international eel smuggling.

You wanted a story. This one's gonna blow people's heads off.

Except that Interpol are gonna arrest us if we pursue it.

- Oh, fuck Interpol. - Is it worth putting ourselves at risk?

Gilbert, you told me you needed a hit.

This is it.

Yeah, but a hit's no good if we're in prison.

- Gilbert, you need to... - Look, this is my podcast.

I make the rules.

All right, we're... we're following orders, and we're staying away from Seamus.

End of story. All right?

End of story.

Yeah?

Gilbert?

Shh.

I confess to Almighty God

that I have sinned in my thoughts, words, and deeds,

in what I have done and in what I have failed to do.

- Who... Wh... What? - Gilbert wants to meet in 20.

Dove?

Fine. Yeah. I...

I'll be there.

Mrs. O'Shea?

That's for what your lady friend did to me.

Please. Please. Can we talk about this? I don't have it.

It's time you pay up.

Make it brief.

Damien, what's going on?

The story here is getting wild. Just... call me back.

Everything okay?

- W-Where's Gilbert? - Finishing breakfast.

Uh. Got my phone back from Sean.

- Where the hell is he? - It's weird. He was here before.

Well, what if... you and I just handle things on our own?

You mean, go after Seamus?

You said you wanna do what I do.

This is your chance.

Do you wanna be an Emmy?

Or do you wanna be a Sizergh?

Up and out, you fucker. Come on. Out you go.

- Aah! - That's a little look into your future.

You have 24 hours to get me my money,

or next time, this ride ends very differently.

I thought you were a hippie. What happened to peace and love?

Peace, love,

and pay your fuckin' debts!

Fuck.

What are you thinking?

We need to prove Seamus killed Malachy and Fiona.

Talk to someone who knew Malachy,

but we need to be careful not to trigger Interpol, right?

Right.

There's always another angle.

Yeah, it... it's Malachy and Seamus.

And?

Who does this look like to you?

Oh shit. It's Sergeant Power.

Bingo.

Good morning.

- Oh Christ. - Could you sign our petition?

The Samhain Safety Committee believes we can't possibly have a festival

now we've found two bodies in the bog.

More fuss!

Fuck.

I've got nothing to say to ye.

So Seamus Gallagher is not only a notorious criminal living in Bodkin

under an assumed identity,

but he's also intimately connected with Fiona and Malachy.

I'm guessing you knew that already.

You knew Malachy.

You knew Seamus.

Who knows what else you're hiding?

You fancy yourself a real Agatha Christie, don't ya?

I think Seamus discovered Malachy was shifting his girl.

I think he killed them both.

And I think you had something to do with it.

Bollocks. That's a fantasy.

Well, that's what our podcast is gonna say.

Unless you wanna set the record straight.

There was no affair.

Malachy and Fiona were killed by the McArdle brothers.

The McArdle brothers? What the hell would they be doing down in Bodkin?

Smugglers have flocked here for generations.

Tunnels and hidey-holes all over West Cork.

- Who are the McArdle brothers? - Gangsters.

Hard men from up north. Very hard men.

I spotted the McArdles in town that night.

Then Fiona and Malachy disappeared.

It wasn't that hard to put two and two together.

- So why didn't you arrest them? - Jesus.

You arrest those nutters.

You should put a stop to all this podcast nonsense

and leave well enough alone.

What about Teddy?

Why did he disappear that night? Was he involved somehow?

My Teddy had nothing to do with that night.

He went off to meet that slimy fuck Fintan McGurk.

Whatever happened to Teddy was his fault, ya fuckin' wagon.

Why'd you let him speak to you like that?

Uh, he...

I... I didn't mean to.

Sizergh, do you realize, everything you say sounds like an apology?

Power's full of shite.

Oh. Uh.

How do you know?

Well, it's too easy.

Gangsters from up north pop down to Bodkin and kill Fiona and Malachy?

And then Seamus just appears and takes over the business? Nah.

I don't buy it.

Power's coverin' for Seamus.

If we could connect Seamus to the car in the bog...

The car was impounded. I can try and find out where they've taken it.

I can tell you where the car is.

For 20 euro.

Pay the girl.

Try to find out where that idiot Sean is.

He's still our only ride.

For God's sake, give us a hand.

Yep.

Hey. It's Amber. Please leave a message.

Hey, it's me.

Just, uh, wanted to let you know that things are, uh... good.

Thing... They're getting pretty interesting here.

Um...

Wish you were here right now.

I could really use your advice.

Anyway, uh...

...just, uh...

Never mind.

Lady problems?

Hey.

Have you just tried telling her

how you feel?

Look, I... I'm... really in the middle of something,

and I just... I... I need to... to be alone right now.

- So, please, uh... - Okay.

Yeah.

Okay, Gilbert Power.

Yeah. Thank you.

♪ Lying in my bed ♪

- ♪ I hear the clock tick ♪ - You need to dance.

- ♪ And think of you ♪ - What?

- Dance! - ♪ Caught up in circles ♪

- Let it all go! C'mon! - ♪ Confusion is nothing new ♪

♪ Flash back ♪

- There you go. - ♪ Warm nights ♪

- There you go. - ♪ Almost left behind... ♪

When was the last time you danced with your woman?

♪...of memories... ♪

I don't remember.

Aye.

Well, the next time you see her, the first thing you do,

put on some music and move.

Huh?

Remind her you're alive.

Oh. Okay.

Okay.

♪ I fall behind... ♪

I've a favor to ask.

Is it... about the bodies?

Eh...

I've heard about your little money problem with those fuckin' hippie gobshites.

I could help you with that.

- Really? - Uh-huh. Eight thousand, was it?

We could smooth that over.

But... why?

Well, I want you to promise that you won't mention me in your podcast.

What I said on the boat,

I just want to be forgotten, Gilbert.

I just want to forget.

And you can afford to just give me 8,000 euros?

Oh.

There's a lot of important things in this world,

but money isn't one of them.

Do I have your word?

You'll let me be?

Um...

Yeah.

I promise.

Good man.

Jaysus. Let's get you cleaned up. Huh?

♪...through windows You're wondering if I'm okay ♪

♪ Secrets stolen ♪

♪ From deep inside ♪

♪ The drum... ♪

Eyes front, Sean.

And no fucking off today, yeah?

We need you to stick around and not just... disappear.

You got it, Chief.

It's absurd Fintan would have anything to do with Teddy's disappearance.

He's not that kinda guy.

What kinda guy is he?

Well, he's... um...

You fucked him, didn't you?

It's not really...

really relevant.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

Let's go, Sizergh.

So?

- So, what? - Did you get something out of Fintan?

No.

So why'd you fuck him?

- It-It wasn't like that. - Like what?

L-Like a transaction. I actually like the guy.

You do realize it's twice as hard for women to be taken seriously

in this line of work, right?

- Right. - So be professional.

In small towns like this, people talk,

so blithely fucking some nerd with a Tesla only makes your job harder.

So what's the "professional way" to get past Eoin? Break in?

You got a better idea?

You have to be kidding me. Is that all you do?

Sizergh, you broke into the library and an illegal eel warehouse.

And you stole a file from Power.

And now you're boning a suspect.

But, sure,

I'm the cunt.

Is this really the way to the bank?

Oh no. I have to make a quick stop before we get the money.

Must be good to think of something else after yesterday's tragedy.

The... the bodies.

- Fuckin' sheep! - C'mon, Shep. Hup!

Up, Shep.

That's the boy.

So tell me...

has he a nice big wallet, has he?

Sean, what on earth are you talking about?

Yeah, sure, I don't have

a server farm or...

But I've got big things on the horizon.

I have plans.

I see ya, you know.

Like, I actually see ya.

So what are you doing running around like a three-legged dog after her?

I thought we had a little something. Fighting our way up from the bottom.

Sean, I...

You and me, um, we're not...

I don't think this is what you think it is.

Uh-huh.

You city beoirs are all the same.

Not a care in the world about anyone but yourselves.

Now, come on. Move. I have an important meeting to get to.

We're paying you to drive us.

Well, why don't you get Mr. Microchip to send you a helicopter, huh?

Sean.

Seriously, what...

Fucking Sean.

- Can I help you? - Oh. Yeah. Hi.

Just the man I was looking for.

I was hoping to speak to you about the, uh... about the podcast.

Hmm.

Well, I... I do have a certain, uh, insight into the goings-on in town.

- Obviously. - Yeah.

You know, I have a...

I have a podcast myself about the football.

- Hmm. - It's fairly interesting.

We, uh... We do an awful lot of analysis...

Really? God. That is... That is fascinating.

- Yeah. Yeah. - Um...

Tell me about it.

- Well, 'tis... 'tis a beautiful sport. - Mm.

Just like I say at the end of every episode,

"Everything you ever needed to know about life

- can be found in 90 minutes of football." - Mm. Wow.

Christ. That was boring.

Look what I found in the glove compartment.

A St. Brigid's cross.

Like on Teddy's knives.

Where's Sean?

He left.

Fucking hell, Sizergh.

Be more useful if you'd fuck Sean. At least that way he'd stick around.

- Uh. Why do you even wanna do this? - Excuse me?

I see that watch on your wrist. You're a girl who has options.

You know, it's fucking hard to be a journalist.

It pays shit, and even if you're good, the high and mighty wanna silence you.

I just...

I want to do something real, something that matters. I don't know.

Well, can't Daddy set you up with a cushy corporate well-paid job?

- As a matter of fact, he did. - And?

Didn't work out.

You bone the wrong person there too?

Dove, would you please just fuck off?

There she is.

Now, what do you make of this?

It must be Teddy's.

I agree.

Power is covering for Seamus, and somehow, Teddy's involved.

Well, maybe Teddy saw it happen, and Power had to hide him for a few days.

I agree.

If we can prove this is Teddy's,

we can use it as leverage to get Power to tell us who owns the car.

He doesn't want his son involved in any of this.

Teddy's not likely to admit anything.

What was Power talking about, about Teddy meeting Fintan that night?

Fintan told me they were friends, but they fell out after Samhain.

You think you can get him to talk to Teddy?

Yes.

Uh, um...

What are we doing here?

I just have a bit of business to attend to.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

But...

Okay.

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Oh fuck!

We represent a consortium of Japanese seafood buyers.

Who lost their supplier and are looking for a new one.

Hmm. You don't look Japanese to me.

The interests we represent are

very concerned about privacy.

Yakuza.

Yakuza.

What are you looking for?

Eels.

Do you know that eels are one of the biggest mysteries in nature?

You know, we've been to the moon. We've split the atom.

But we have no fuckin' idea how eels breed.

Huh. And they can live in the sea, rivers... ponds, even fucking ditches.

And if they want to, they can squirm over land.

And they live to over 100 years old.

So eels are nothing but mystery.

And mystery... is magic.

So I hope...

...we never find out how eels fuck.

Huh? What a cruel and banal world where we know the truth of everything.

There are some questions

that aren't made to be answered.

Hmm?

We sell flounder, plaice, and a bit of mullet,

but no eels.

It's, uh...

it's illegal to sell eels.

We'll give you twelve hundred per kilo.

How many kilos?

Everything you've got.

- Fifteen. - Fourteen.

Fourteen-fifty.

Done.

We'll be in touch.

Mm.

Fourteen-fifty?

That's double the Spanish offer! Fuck me! We'll be dripping in cash.

And, oh, yeah.

W-We should talk about some finder's fee...

Shut the fuck up. How did you meet them?

They approached me.

- Heard about me, like. - Hmm.

Find out all you can about them. Make sure they're legit.

Yeah, I did. They're fucking sound.

Oi, that's 14-fucking-50.

And we can wave goodbye to those fucking Spanish pricks

Pablo and Hector.

Fucking 50.

There something wrong?

Uh. Sciatica.

- Yeah. - Oh.

Sciatica.

My mother used to make a homemade salve for that.

Oh, Jesus. It smelled like wet dogs.

So, uh, how-how did your... business meeting go?

Aw, that was just a couple of tourists looking to rent my boat for Samhain.

There's a great view of the bonfires from the harbor.

Do you need to see a doctor?

No. No, no, no. It'll work itself out.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Time to head to the bank, right?

Something like that.

How many have you got?

That's nowhere near enough.

I need more speakers, Claire.

I just need it to be loud. I want the fucking Hollow to be shaking.

I'll call you back.

What a nice surprise.

Just passing by.

- Really? - No.

I, uh, wanted to call, but...

...I was trying to play it cool.

Noted.

I've been thinking a lot about what you said the other night,

about the festival.

It's wild we're so close to knowing

what really happened at the last one.

Bodkin 2.0. The past is over, right? And we're...

We found this near the site where the bodies were dumped.

So?

So... this was Teddy's.

It might be linked to the bodies

and to whatever happened to Teddy that night.

We finally know what happened, but...

but not why.

Imagine if we could work out the truth.

- You'd have a great podcast. - You'd have a great festival.

If the mystery was solved before Samhain, you could put all those questions to bed.

The festival could really be a beginning

for you and Bodkin.

Bodkin 2.0.

The opposition to you,

the plans, the festival, could all just go away.

What are you suggesting?

I think you should take this to Teddy's.

And do what?

Apologize, make amends, see if this triggers any memories.

I'm not gonna apologize for something I did as a teenager.

- It's all in the past now. - But it's not in the past.

Something happened to Teddy, and if he sees this and remembers,

we could solve two murders.

And

maybe help Teddy find some peace.

No more "Shitpants."

Make it brief.

Fintan's agreed to talk to Teddy.

Good. You'll need to record their conversation.

For the podcast?

No. Leverage against Power.

No, I-I can't. It's wrong.

When I was 12, my mam took me for a walk.

She dropped me at a convent, and I never saw her again.

I never had anything handed to me.

I had to carve a life for myself

out of fucking stone, using my own bloody fingers.

So if you want to achieve anything, Emmy,

if you wanna be anything like me,

then toughen the fuck up.

There has to be another way besides using people's trauma.

All stories are about someone's trauma.

Come on.

You got us this far, Emmy.

Now it's time to bring it home.

Oh. Hi.

Emmy said you wouldn't mind bringing us back into town.

Sure.

It's Sizergh time.

I don't wanna talk about it.

We used to be friends, Teddy.

Best friends.

You threw cow shit at me, ran off with Siobhan and Michael.

Told me to fuck off.

I was an arsehole.

Probably still am.

I just wanted to...

I dunno.

Hang with the cool kids.

Impress them.

By fucking me over?

Yes.

You've been back in town for a year.

Why knock on my door now?

Samhain.

Brings a lot back up.

For what it's worth, that night went shit for me.

Siobhan gave me some mushrooms she bought off of those New Age Travelers.

Ran off with the others, left me tripping my face off.

Shat my fucking pants right there in the woods.

- Really? - Really.

I had to walk two miles home smelling like a slurry tank.

What is it with you and shitin' yourself?

Teddy... I'm just really fucking sorry.

I'm sorry for not showing up,

and I'm sorry for whatever happened to you that night.

Fuck it.

It's over and done.

But it's not. We still don't know what happened to you.

I thought if I could help you remember what happened...

Emmy found this.

She thinks it might be a clue to what happened to you.

Do you recognize it?

Is it yours?

It's got my mark, doesn't it?

I bought it and gave it to my dad for his birthday.

I was, uh... 11.

He acted like it was the best gift he ever got.

Kept it in his car.

"For protection," he said.

"Scare the baddies away," he said.

Things were different then.

Dove, Teddy gave that knife to Power.

Which means the car we found in the bog must be Power's.

The car is Power's and not Seamus's?

Must have been Power who walked out of the bog that night.

I-I need to hear the recording.

Why? I-I told you the important stuff.

Because I wanna hear it for myself.

No.

- Give it to me. - Stop it.

- Emmy, give me the fucking thing! - Dove, stop! No! Stop!

Ow!

Dove, get off me!

Unh! Dove!

No!

What is it with you and shitin' yourself?

I'm just really fucking sorry.

I'm sorry for not showing up,

and I'm sorry for whatever happened to you that night.

Fuck it.

- It's over and done. - But it's not.

You recorded us.

- I-I can explain, okay? - We still don't know...

- Oh. - ...what happened to you.

- It's not, um... - No need.

Fintan!

Fintan, please. It's not... It's not what...

Christ, Sizergh.

That's the second ride you've lost us today.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You're a fucking monster.

Ah, sweetheart.

I just tell the truth.

Fuck off!

Right.

Just give me a minute.

The Hollow?

Right.

Eight thousand, right?

Where did you get this?

An entrepreneur always has something squirreled away for a rainy day.

My da never had two pennies to rub together.

And if he did have a bit of money, he spent it on drink.

"No point in having it," he'd say.

"The man's only gonna take it from ya."

"Better off investing in a pint of plain."

Well, he keeled over when I was 15,

and I promised meself I'd never be poor.

I'd look after Malachy.

I'd be a real man.

Emmy.

Come on, now, Emmy.

Emmy.

Fine.

Here, I've one there anyway, and I think there's more in the back.

Fantastic. Lovely and fresh.

- Hiya. Can I take two of them? - You could, yeah.

How are ya, Frank?

How's the day treating you?

You got something for me?

That's all of it.

Now, you leave this man alone. You hear me?

This isn't everything.

There's the interest.

I'm only fucking with you. Jog on.

A joke?

It wasn't fuckin' funny.

Seamus, uh...

There's... 20!

Forty.

Sixty.

Eighty.

A hundred.

That enough interest for ye?

And if I ever have to come back here again,

I'll staple so much money to your fuckin' nuts,

you'll be pissing euros out your dead limp dick.

Do you understand me?

I'm sorry you had to witness that.

No. It was... it was, um...

it was fine.

I used to have anger problems.

Oh yeah?

Hmm.

Hmm.

It's... been a strange day, hmm?

Yep.

How did they look?

Who?

Fiona and Malachy, like,

were they stuffed in there or tied up?

Did they look in pain?

You wanna see them?

The mystery man reappears.

Fuck, Dove. Look, I-I know I said to stay away from Seamus...

Oh, forget it. The car in the bog's Power's.

What? W-Wait. How do you know that?

Long story.

I knew Seamus didn't do it.

Well, don't say anything to Seamus about Power.

They might be in it together. We don't know. We need to work this out.

- Yeah. - Not a fuckin' word.

You okay?

I need a favor, uh, for the podcast.

- Huh. - Uh...

We're out of batteries.

What's up with her?

She'll get over it.

What's the favor?

Didn't expect to see you at my doorstep.

I... haven't not been thinking about you.

So you decided to woo me with red wine?

After the poitín... I thought we'd take it slow.

This is nice.

Not what I expected.

Most places are so stuffy

and dour.

Why can't a funeral home be nice?

I, uh... I'd bring you upstairs but the flat's a tip.

Have a seat. I'll, um, grab some glasses.

Be quick about it.

Malachy.

Look.

Look at that.

Six toes.

He hated that fuckin' toe.

When we were kids,

he paid me to chop it off.

Mam caught me just as I was raising the meat cleaver.

She was more worried about

blood on the carpet.

I used to...

I've done things I'm not proud of, Gilbert.

I stole from the wrong people.

Would ya look at him?

Did they hurt Mal?

Did they torture him?

Kneecap him?

Did they touch her?

Was it quick?

Or did they drag it out?

"Disappeared."

"Disappeared," they said.

Well, I tried hard to imagine they'd run off together. Yeah.

Australia. Canada. Costa Rica.

Drinkin'... laughin'.

Surrounded by kids.

And every night, they'd laugh at me.

And I'd be so fuckin' mad.

Them laughin' at the stupid old fuckin' fool.

Being mad made it easier,

but I knew.

Deep down,

I knew the truth.

The McArdles took everything from me.

It was all my fault.

You were an actor?

In another life.

And now you're a mortician.

People are nicer.

Ah, you're good craic.

Just good craic?

Phone always rings just as things get interesting.

- Fuck. I'm... I'm sorry. - I'll give you some space.

Damien, before you say anything, you need to know, this story is massive.

Like

front page, prize-winning massive.

Dove, the extradition order has been signed.

They're bringing you home to face charges.

It's over.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Seamus. I-I think we have to go.

Turns out, death is every bit as complicated as life itself.

It has its twists and turns, surprises and solutions.

Sometimes, you think you've found the answers.

Something, uh, wrong?

Fiona wore partials.

She had her front teeth knocked out when she was a schoolgirl.

But all you've really found are more questions.

I haven't a clue who this is.

But it isn't fuckin' Fiona.

♪ Crawlin' up the walls Like a rabid hound ♪

♪ Get up outta that Get up off the ground ♪

♪ Tie you to the chair If you don't simmer down ♪

♪ You're the world's worst Patron saint of stout ♪

♪ Actually didn't I bar yous last week? ♪

♪ What are ya doin' With a spliff in your mouth? ♪

♪ All right then, never mind What'll it be lads? ♪

♪ Another round, another round Another round, another round ♪

♪ Another round, another round Another round, another round ♪

♪ Another round, another round Another round, another round ♪

♪ Another round, another round Another round, another round ♪

♪ Another round, another round Another round, another round ♪

♪ Another round, another round Another round, another round ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Take the edge off the knife ♪

♪ Catch the rain before it all runs dry ♪

♪ Cure the dog of all that ails it ♪

♪ You'll still be that bitter man inside ♪

♪ They are changing all the taps ♪

♪ Switching off the lights in every room ♪

♪ If the last call has an ending ♪

♪ I swear to God There's nothing left for you ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, um ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, um ♪