posted on Nov, 6 2012 @ 08:30 PM
Oh Bushmills, Oh Bushmills, how sweet you taste tonight.
This election night fever, building like the dam of a beaver, Oh how you are keeping me sane.
Triple distilled since 1608, helping me through this night filled with hate.
Romney Obama is all I can here, I'm sure glad im with you, and not with a beer.
Your strength is much needed, to dull my emotions that are ever so heated.
The masses are occupied, and embelished in the lie, that only the few can see through.
This whiskey is good, it does not take sides, it only cares for who takes it's ride.
Tonight you comfort me, and send me to a feeling of jubilee.
Tomorrow the truth shall come out in force, but for tonight it is us with little remorse.
Oh Bushmills, My Bushmills, My little Irish love.