Well now, sometimes things are coming on too strong and I just can't seem to get along, I always try to write a song. But sometimes the words ain't comin out right, I just might need special help tonight, a pint just helps me get along, so
Chorus: I feel like drinking tonight, (HEY HEY HEY!) everything is wrong and nothing is right, and I might get into a fight, but that's alright, as long as I've got a pint, Lord, that's alright as long as I've got a pint.
Well, I've been around the world, back again, me and my friends three sheets to the wind, you could say we live a life of sin. But when its all been said and done, you could also say we've had more fun and, that's all that matters in the end.
I feel like drinking tonight, (HEY HEY HEY!) everything is wrong and nothing is right, and I might get into a fight, but that's alright, as long as I've got a pint, Lord, that's alright as long as I've got a pint.
Up, down, flip it around, dress it up nice and then take it to town and I can't even try to stay up off the ground and I won't even try cause its not safe and sound and I know, I should just sail away cause everything's wrong, nothing is right, fucking up shit on a Saturday night and though try as I might, I just can't stay inside so I won't even try to avoid morning light and I say, to Lord I pray, Oh can I, kick a little something for the G's and make some fuckin money if you please, and bring the dirty critics to their knees, and sure hope I don't catch no fuckin disease, and, kick a little something for the G's and make some fuckin money if you please, and bring the dirty critics to their knees, and sure hope Higgins dog don't get no more fleas, and
I feel like drinking tonight, (HEY HEY HEY!) everything is wrong and nothing is right, and I might get into a fight, but that's alright, as long as I've got a pint, Lord, that's alright as long as I've got a pint.
I feel like drinking tonight, (HEY HEY HEY!) everything is wrong and nothing is right, and I might get into a fight, but that's alright, as long as I've got a pint, Lord, that's alright as long as I've got a pint.
I feel like drinking tonight, (HEY HEY HEY!) everything is wrong and nothing is right, and I might get into a fight, but that's alright, as long as I've got a pint, Lord, that's alright as long as I've got a pint.
Well it never ceases to amaze me, The beauty and goodwill that man is capable of. And it never ceases to amaze me, The horror that can come from a soul without love. And it never ceases to amaze me, The way we drink freedom from a golden cup. And it never ceases to amaze me, How willing we are to give that freedom up.
Stand the fuck up and fight for your rights, And what you believe, and never let another tell you what you cannot achieve cause these are our dreams, never forget their price their dreams are dead and gone and they give only bad advice. They'll line up outside your door, say you'll never succeed. But that's only reason more for you to get up out the house and bleed for it, need for it, never let it die, cause its all over in the blink of an eye.
(Bridge) Then the droning will set in, the monotony begins. Why fight when you can be secure, its much too hard to win. For many its inane, redundancy reigns, A speck of hope in an otherwise vast sea of mundane.
Well it never ceases to amaze me, The beauty and goodwill that man is capable of. And it never ceases to amaze me, The horror that can come from a soul without love. And it never ceases to amaze me, The way we drink freedom from a golden cup. And it never ceases to amaze me, How willing we are to give that freedom up.
Stand the fuck up and fight for your rights, And what you believe, and never let another tell you what you cannot achieve cause these are our dreams, never forget their price their dreams are dead and gone and they give only bad advice. They'll line up outside your door, say you'll never succeed. But that's only reason more for you to get up out the house and bleed for it, need for it, never let it die, cause its all over in the blink of an eye.
(Chorus) Underestimated from day one, no one gives a damn about a bastard sun And if we want something done well we gotta do it on our own We got sub-par record sales, and not enough black polish on our fingernails To catch the eye of the dick on the pop throne.
UNDER-ESTI-MATED from day one, no one gives a damn about a bastard sun And if we want something done well we gotta do it on our own We got sub-par record sales, and not enough black polish on our fingernails To catch the eye of the dick on the pop throne.
Well its been ringing in my ears and bombarding my brain, 10 million bands and they all sound the same, Well I lost my faith in music today, ‘cause never have so many had so little to say! Its not about the scene, its all about the cash And those silly tight jeans on your lilly white ass Well we never subscribed, and never fucking will, The tide will subside and we'll remain still…
UNDER-ESTI-MATED from day one, no one gives a damn about a bastard sun And if we want something done well we gotta do it on our own We got sub-par record sales, and not enough black polish on our fingernails To catch the eye of the dick on the pop throne.
Well its been ringing in my ears and bombarding my brain, 10 million bands and they all sound the same, Well I lost my faith in music today, ‘cause never have so many had so little to say! Its not about the scene, its all about the cash And those silly tight jeans on your lilly white ass Well we never subscribed, and never fucking will, The tide will subside and we'll remain still…
UNDER-ESTI-MATED from day one, no one gives a damn about a bastard sun And if we want something done well we gotta do it on our own We got sub-par record sales, and not enough black polish on our fingernails To catch the eye of the dick on the pop throne.
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