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The poser spends his life just polishing his act
Beat him!
His suntanned face is made to hurt, convince him that's the fact
Beat him!
He's not a friend or brother, this time he'll face our crowd
Beat him!
Teach him that on our streets posers aren't allowed
Beat him!

Christmas is here again filled with hope
The time of year to use the soap
A little boychild runs to open the door
But it leaves Him bleeding on the floor

Cause Father Christmas full of grace
Kicks the door into his face
It breaks his nose with the loudest sound

When I am coming to your place, babe, I am feeling low
But you've got the thing that makes me go
I am talking six icecold beers that can satisfy my thirst
You know when I am having problems, babe, I wanna be nursed

I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen
You're not the cutest thing that I've ever seen but you're still my Six-pack
queen

People tell us we are wrong just because our hair is long
They say we're lazy we should grow up, to cut out hair and work in some shop
They're always telling us we're wasting precious years
But our only waste of time is when we don't drink some beer

We're under the table again
We handle our drinking as man
We're lying everywhere with vomits in our hair

Since the first beers we drank they knew we were no saints
Our parents though we were their pride but we've really proved we ain't
We went downhill so long ago we're the outcast no one likes
The grades we got when we left school said we are the Antichrist

We set out goals at early age there was metal and alcohol
Nothing else would interest us, we were born outside the law
The criminal records speaks our names we're documented in their ink