We were drinking with puck, he drank a fifth of GRAPPA
he told me that he loved me, and then he kicked me in the chest
Reap upon with david, lies sitting on heartache
The chances of us winning are about 1 in 16
he talked about the old days, alligence that are many
across from our group sit some g'd up motherfuckers
and how it was totally fucked
we were drinkin' at the froggin' with 2000 dirty squatters
we didn't want to fight them, so instead they beat each other up.
squatters don't have money, but at least they don't have showers
so when they were drinkin' their own piss, we didn't think much of it
the moral of this story, don't use your better judgement
cause what good is an evening if you can't even remember
just how it was, TOTALLY FUCKED.