It's a common misconception thatnBeer is a repressive, but a matter of factnI think, I can tell you from experience that'snSimply not the casenHalf 10 and you're down the boozernPlaying pool and he's a bar-room bruisernFew pints and a packet of crispsnStarts talking with his fistsnn?????nAll the alchies I know always talk about lovenSee what they're missing, and cause a big fussnLast orders?! What's the rush!nnAnd beer, and coke, and speed, and pills, and grimey venues, cheap thrills, and I don't know, drugs kill, but boredom makes me ill.nnLalalalalalanWhoa Whoa WhoanOh OhnAnd it's all too late (lalala)nDegradation of the welfare states (Whoa whoa whoa)nSpirals into hatenWhatever happened to the greater good?nLike Che Guevara and Robin HoodnAnd I don't know nnAnd it's Friday night and you've had too muchnThere's a pretty girl and you've fallen in lovenBut she soon finds out you've had enoughnAnother night, sleeping roughnAnd don't worry that you're on the floornIt doesn't matter that your balance has gone AWOLnAnd I'll be find with another pintnIt wasn't me who started that fightnnConfidence is like inconsistentnIt's not morality, it's like non-existentnLike ???? and double visionnBut you hit the deck, with sweet precisionnnAnd beer, and coke, and speed, and pills, and grimey venues, cheap thrills, and I don't know, drugs kill, but boredom makes me ill.nnLalalalalalanWhoa Whoa WhoanOh OhAnd it's all too late (lalala)nDegradation of the welfare states (Whoa whoa whoa)nSpirals into hatenWhatever happened to the greater good?nLike Che Guevara and Robin HoodnAnd I don't know