Song: Drink Fight Fuck or a Saturday night post-industrial masculinity crisis
Key: Ab
Chords in Key: Ab-Bbm-Cm-Db-Eb-Fm-Gdim
LYRICS
Verse
Shit, shower, shave and some solo fun
Cause ye cannae go oot wi a loaded gun.
Get a tea in the gut, get the creases pressed
“shut that noise up”, Aye maw gie it a rest.
It’s toon the big man’s fur a bit ae pre-game
Coupla beers an a Jager, a some mate, mate, mate.
A cheeky wee half, an a toot an a snoot.
Here we go boys, we’re gauin’ oot.
Phone a baxi, get in the car.
It’s six motherfuckers deep at the bar.
Splash the cash, or tap the caird
Fuck’s starin’ it, cunt hinks he’s haird.
Knock ‘em back, slam ‘em back, drunk up fi the feet
Pint?! Pint! That’s ma seat!
Pugilism, Feudalism, Caveman stuff
Three thousand years ae evolution aw that changed is the club.
Chorus
Cause it’s drink, fight, fuck in ma hame toon
The fists go up or yer gettin’ doon
Sleepin’ in, or sleepin’ aroon
Cause it’s drink, fight, fuck in ma hame toon
Nights, Lights, we’re oot on the street
Cattle market callin’ on the hunt for a beat.
One doon the throat, an one on the chin
Fuckin’ Latvian on Steroids says ye cannae get in.
A rush, a push, and the dancefloor is yours
Hands in the air, whit a choon.
Grab a drink, grab a bird, then it’s back tae the gaff.
Fuck sake man, whit a laugh.
Cause it’s drink, fight, fuck in ma hame toon
The fists go up or yer gettin’ doon
Sleepin’ in, or sleepin’ aroon
Cause it’s drink, fight, fuck in ma hame toon.