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There's men, underground |
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Who have never seen the sun |
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But they really know how to party |
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Little men from underground |
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Who have never seen the sun |
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But the really know how to party [Chorus:] |
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The rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing |
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And they fight and dance 'till the morning |
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Tables full, reindeer meat |
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And the camp fire shines and the brick walls are full candles |
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Tables full, wooden pints |
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They don't care about their sins |
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They just wanna get drunk and party [Chorus] |
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Long war is now past |
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Only good men have lasted |
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They need women, meat, beer and rom |
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Fight battle full of blood no thoughts about god they just slaughtered killed and tormented [Chorus] |