Tale of A Fat Fucking Retard

Another night with nothing much to do

You don't need us and we don't need you

I've got some bad ideas

And this half-filled bottle of booze

I hit the bar at three o'clock

And I know I won't fucking stop

Until I'm pissed and broke

And I can barely walk

Because I'm drunk as fuck

I can't see straight

Got a bag in my pocket

And a gun at my waist

It's a fast drive home

On the Friday night

When you're blowing lines

And running red lights

I'm drunk as fuck

I can't see straight

Got a bag in my pocket

And a gun at my waist

I get some bad ideas

Are running through my head

With a little luck

I won't end up dead tonight

End up dead tonight ohhh Oh oh oh

Street to street

And bar to bar

Jumping into Freddy's car

When sounds of anger

Echoed through the night

Out the door

And the fight begins

A human speed bump for the win

How was your walk home

On two broken legs

Because I'm drunk as fuck

I can't see straight

Got a bag in my pocket

And a gun at my waist

It's a fast drive home

On the Friday night

When you're blowing lines

And running red lights

Cuz I'm drunk as fuck

I can't see straight

I got a bag in my pocket

And a gun at my waist

Some bad ideas

Are running through my head

With a little luck

I won't end up dead tonight

Tonight oh ohhhhh

I'm drunk as fuck

And I can't see straight

I got a bag in my pocket

And a gun at my waist

I've had one too many

But I'll have one more

We'll sink ten shots of whiskey

Then we'll hit the door

SKINHEAD