| People tell us we are wrong just because our hair is long
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| They say we’re lazy we should grow up, to cut out hair and work in some shop
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| They’re always telling us we’re wasting precious years
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| But our only waste of time is when we don’t drink some beer
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| We’re under the table again
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| We handle our drinking as man
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| We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair
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| We’re under the table again
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| I made myself some alcohol, I drank quite much and I lost control
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| I drank two litres, maybe three, then I woke up at the emergency
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| They think I’m a loser, a drunk who’ll never learn
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| By though my liver slowly shrinks it’s none of their concern
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| We’re under the table again
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| We handle our drinking as man
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| We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair
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| We’re under the table again
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| I wake up with some food in my hair and wonder what it’s doing there
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| Hungover stinking cigarettesmoke, the mourning after ain’t no joke
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| Hardrockers and bottles in a pile of the floor
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| Wake’em up it’s time to drink some more
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| We’re under the table again
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| We handle our drinking as man
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| We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair
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| We’re under the table again |