Now you know we be loving this shit right here
Crowded bar a standard night
Out for a drink not a fight
Beer goes down it's all good will
Too much pushing there's a spill
Blood on the beer mat and the bar
It's all kicked off its gone too far
People with no social skills
Two pissed billy's going in for the kill
Table chairs fly everywhere
Punters don't move cause they don't care
After all it's a surprise
They got the use of their f*ckin eyes
The adrenalin rush the fighters feel
Cops will see on the camera reel
Regardless of the courtroom gloom
They keep going smashing the room
Blue lights are on the cops are out
Run in the bar stab vest louts
A spray of gas and a bash with a stick
Your all locked up you f*cking pricks
A night in the cell for their rage
In front of the beak who'll take their wage
So listen good and listen here
Never spill another a man's beer