ON THE PISS

Itís Friday evening and the lads are on the piss
Everybodyís in the mood, what will come out of this?
We nick back the drinks, looking for some action
A decent punchup or sexual satisfaction

After five long days struggling in reality
Itís finally time to set our spirits free
The weekendís the time to do what we do best
Even though everybody sees us as a pest

Gosh weíre in the mood tonight
God save the one whoíll pick a fight
Weíll put the boot in and disappear
Long before the coppers will hear

Itís Friday and not time to think
Forget your troubles, down the drink
Even though the weeks are a bore
The weekends are worth waiting for

The byrds donít want to know about us Ė yet
It is all in the game, the rules are all set
But before the night is said and done
Weíll get our legs over Ė everyone

Weíll show them the essence of punk
Give Ďem a mouthful of punkrock spunk
But still there is a chance to ruck
Before Iíll give some byrd my knob to suck

Itís Friday and not time to think
Forget your troubles, down the drink
Even though the weeks are a bore
The weekends are worth waiting for

Sex and violence Ė itís really the same
Itís all a competition, itís all a game
It is what we live for, it is what we do
And if you donít like it Ė FUCK YOU!

Itís Friday and not time to think
Forget your troubles, down the drink
Even though the weeks are a bore
The weekends are worth waiting for