Behold them fighting, just look at them!
How they're being bribed and their palms itch
So look at them, how they'll dance the dances,
when instead of a tax, they're given a bit of food
Drink, curse, blaspheme
then sit in a hole, for about a year
curse, drink as much as you want
The fate is pouring the last gulp
Well look, how fiercely they're beating each other
Before they tear their throats and shorten their life
They fight each other screaming, dull as a mule
And gentlemen cheer, fastening their belts
Drink, curse, blaspheme
then sit in a hole, for about a year
curse, drink as much as you want
The fate is pouring the last gulp
When they're drinking in the pub, watch out for them
Like a nest of vipers, that kills the does
So watch out for them during the strange time
Concerning this edge, your life is at stake too!
Drink, curse, blaspheme
then sit in a hole, for about a year
curse, drink as much as you want
The fate is pouring the last gulp