Yesterday I woke up in a Queens county jail
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I remember throwing punches, smashing bottles, breaking chairs
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Post bond today, on my way home, hell there's gotta be a better way
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Stitches on my knuckles, blood on my face
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[Pre-chorus]
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To tell the truth I don't give a damn
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It's just me and the boys, a shot of Jager for my friends!
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[Chorus x3]
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We're pissed (we're pissed)
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We're drunk (we're drunk)
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Hooligans!
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Don't know where I'm going or what I need
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I don't really care what they say or what they think of me
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People tend to fear me 'cause they can't understand all my rage!
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Scars on my knuckles, scars on my face
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[Pre-chorus]
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[Chorus x3]
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We're pissed!
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[Chorus x3]
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Well, I'm pissed and I'm drunk
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Hooligans
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| Roger Miret And The Disasters |
