Текст песни: Robbin Hood + перевод

It’s a common misconception that

Beer is a repressive, but a matter of fact

I think, I can tell you from experience that’s

Simply not the case

Half 10 and you’re down the boozer

Playing pool and he’s a bar-room bruiser

Few pints and a packet of crisps

Starts talking with his fists

All the alchies I know always talk about love

See what they’re missing, and cause a big fuss

Last orders?! What’s the rush!

And beer, and coke, and speed, and pills, and grimey venues, cheap thrills,

and I don’t know, drugs kill, but boredom makes me ill

Lalalalalala

Whoa Whoa Whoa

Oh Oh

And it’s all too late (lalala)

Degradation of the welfare states (Whoa whoa whoa)

Spirals into hate

Whatever happened to the greater good?

Like Che Guevara and Robin Hood

And I don’t know

And it’s Friday night and you’ve had too much

There’s a pretty girl and you’ve fallen in love

But she soon finds out you’ve had enough

Another night, sleeping rough

And don’t worry that you’re on the floor

It doesn’t matter that your balance has gone AWOL

And I’ll be find with another pint

It wasn’t me who started that fight

Confidence is like inconsistent

It’s not morality, it’s like non-existent

Like ??? and double vision

But you hit the deck, with sweet precision

And beer, and coke, and speed, and pills, and grimey venues, cheap thrills,

and I don’t know, drugs kill, but boredom makes me ill

Lalalalalala

Whoa Whoa Whoa

Oh OhAnd it’s all too late (lalala)

Degradation of the welfare states (Whoa whoa whoa)

Spirals into hate

Whatever happened to the greater good?

Like Che Guevara and Robin Hood

And I don’t know

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