If there's one thing I can't understand
It's straight edge chumps with x's on their hands
They've never had a sip or had a bad trip
It's all the same, they still talk their shit
Why do you drink? What good does it do?
If I had to pick, I'd chose my brew over you
No one can stand you, you're such a fucking drag
All your friends hate you, cos you're always on the rag
There's nothing you can do
So have another brew
Drown out their stupid voice
They've already made their choice
They say we shouldn't drink
That's not the way I think
They want to take my booze
Better prepare to lose
We'll burn your eyes
With whiskey and rye
We'll stick a keg hose
Up into your nose
We'll fill your veins
With high proof grain
We'll fill your head
'Til your drunk or
You see their kind at every local show
Annoyed and bothered by everyone who goes
They're never in the pit, they're way too cool for it
But if you ask me, I think they're full of shit
Don't judge me when I'm falling on my ass
Don't hold your nose when I smoke a little grass
If you weren't such a prick you'd have a little fun
But that's a stretch, your life is shit, so take it with a gun
There's nothing you can do
So have another brew
Drown out their stupid voice
They've already made the choice
They say we shouldn't drink
That's not the way I think
They want to take my booze
Better prepare to lose
We'll burn your eyes
With whiskey and rye
We'll stick a keg hose
Up into your nose
We'll fill your veins
With high proof grain
We'll fill your head
'Til your drunk or dead
Witty and raucous as ever, the Chicago noise-rockers rip into "flat earthers" and "tween shitbags" with misanthropic glee. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2019