meet our band of merry men

shake the hand of every one

we'll eat your food and steal your wife

buy us beers we're friends for life

we only shoot when shot at

we give away what we don't need

we live for fun and freedom

we stamp out feer and greed

to create you must destroy

smash a glass and cry too much joy

we sleep on floors and live on crumbs

we're a bunch of ugly bums

a great idea when we were smashed

turning anger into cash

we ain't seen much

but we don't starve

we drive around

in our mom's cars