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You got scraped-up knuckles
you got scraped-up knees
you're not used to beggin' please
you want it all and you want it now
put a bottle to your temple - say "mao"
Friend to friend better wash that shirt
cause it's your mind soaked in dirt
turned-out trouble maker blood shot eyes got a present for you
surprise
ice cold gold will tantalize you into thinking that you know
but the truth is gonna get you cause the parties goin' on for sometime
guess what you're buying
Baby you're the boozer - yeah yeah yeah
baby you're the boozer - yeah yeah yeah
You don't wanna think - you just wanna drink
nothing's safe that's not nailed down
the truth is such a nasty place anyway
when everything's been said that there is to say
reminisce - no - fuck that - i'd rather drown like a rat in shit
what's this - i made you a special lager