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Robbin Hood - The Metros
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 ten 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
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 *** kill
But boredom makes me ill
Lalalalalala
Whoa
Oh Oh
And it's all too late
Degradation of the welfare states
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
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 *** kill
But boredom makes me ill
La
Whoa
Oh Oh
And it's all too late
Degradation of the welfare states
Spirals into hate
Whatever happened to the greater good
Like Che Guevara and Robin Hood
And I don't know
