The Pub

(crazy intense electric guitar solo) (Verse 1) Down at the pub, where the jukebox screams, The air is thick with beer and dreams. Broken bottles and neon lights, Where every lost soul finds its fight. (Chorus) In the heart of the chaos, we find our peace, At the bar where troubles cease. Raise a toast to the midnight sun, In this den of rebels, we all belong. (Verse 2) Sticky floors and cigarette smoke, Where every misfit finds their yoke. The jukebox blares with punk rock tunes, In this haven where we're immune to gloom. (Chorus) In the heart of the chaos, we find our peace, At the bar where troubles cease. Raise a toast to the midnight sun, In this den of rebels, we all belong. (Bridge) Through the laughter and the brawl, We find our tribe in the alcohol. With every pint, we raise a cheer, For the misfits and the outcasts here. (Chorus) In the heart of the chaos, we find our peace, At the bar where troubles cease. Raise a toast to the midnight sun, In this den of rebels, we all belong. (Outro) So here's to the pub, where we make our stand, In this sanctuary built by hand. With every pint, we raise our voice, In this punk rock pub, we rejoice!