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We were drinking with |
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Pollack, He drank a fifth of |
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Grappa He told me that he loved me, |
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And then he kicked me in the chest. |
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Reap upon with |
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David, Lies sitting on heartache |
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The chances of us winning are about 1 in 16, |
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He talked about the old days, |
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Allegiance that are many, |
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Across from us guys are sitting |
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From g'd up motherfuckers. |
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And how, it was, |
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TOTALLY FU |
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CKED! We were drinking at the |
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Franken, With 2000 |
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Dirty Squatters, |
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We didn't want to fight them, |
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So instead they beat each other up. |
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The Squatters don't have money, |
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But at least they don't have showers, |
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So when they're drinking their own piss, |
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We didn't think much of it. |
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The moral of this story, |
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Don't use your better judgment, |
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Cause what good is an evening, |
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If you can't even remember. |
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Just how, it was, |
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TOTALLY FU |
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CKED! |
