Lyrics:

We were drinkin' with puck he drank a 5th of rubber
He told me that he loved me
And then he kicked me in the chest
The chances of us winning are about 1 in 16
He talked about the old days and the legions, there were many the crew '4-5-6' sum cheap 'n' mother fuckers
And how it was totally fucked
We were drinkin' at the froggin' with '2000 dirty squatters' (a band)
We didn't want to fight them, so instead they beat each other up
The squatters don't have money, but at least they don't have showers
So when they're drinking they don't piss
We didn't think much of it
The moral of this story...
Don't use your better judgement
'Cause what good is an evening if you can't even remember just how it was totally fucked?