We were drinking with Pollack,
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He drank a fifth of Grappa
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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 David,
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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, TOTALLY FUCKED!
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We were drinking at the Franken,
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With 2000 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, TOTALLY FUCKED!
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Totally Fucked
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| NOFX |
