Lyrics:

Underground - undercoats
The underworld is down your throat
Backs turned with open hands
Can't stop the speaks from pushing
Everybody's making something
A little hooch or a brick of wine
That bathtub ain't for bathing
That tub's for good times

Steal a truck of medicine
Cut it down 3 to 1 friend
Drink up, there's plenty more
Can't shut the speaks down

Greasing the palm of your left hand
Swing the ax with your right
We all got rich in the meantime
I say let's all drink to that
Holding the moon in your left hand
Swingin' the ax with your right
Hoover said we should all dry out
I say let's all drink to that