The Harbor Brawl

As I approached the Swindling Serpent full of beer and gin

The sound of lively music echoed from within

Below the weathered sign stood a crowd from far and wide

I carved a path to the door and forced my way inside

I sneered in anger when I saw them standing by the fire

Three smug bastards leading their lame, deluded choir

I shall draw first blood, I thought, and break free of fate's cage

So, I reached into the band's tip jar and saw their eyes glow hot with rage

Come one, come all to the Harbor Brawl

And watch a real-life scoundrel fall

Paddy-o, collect your wits 'cause before you can blink