Hooligans by Roger Miret
Yesterday I woke up in a Queens county jail
I remember throwing punches, smashing bottles, breaking chairs
Post bond today, on my way home, hell there's gotta be a better way
Stitches on my knuckles, blood on my face
To tell the truth I don't give a damn
It's just me and the boys, a shot of Jager for my friends!
We're pissed (we're pissed)
We're drunk (we're drunk)
Don't know where I'm going or what I need
I don't really care what they say or what they think of me
People tend to fear me 'cause they can't understand all my rage!
Scars on my knuckles, scars on my face
Well, I'm pissed and I'm drunk