It refers to the time it takes for the Guinness in the club to get to a temperature you can drink it.
Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
Political ends, as sad remains, will die.
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