Linda von Niman - Morons Lyrics

You go for a beer at five
Thinking "Enough thinking for today"
You leave when they close half time
Well, it was a shit place anyway
You go for the streets
Meet in the lights
"Who's got the speed?"
"Sure it's not I"
Remarkable feast
It's right on time
Is that the guy from school
Who thinks your girlfriend wants to screw?
If he doesn't scram from here
He might think less when you are through
You go for the clash
Looks do not lie
Cigarette ash
Got in your eye
Remarkable feast
Unless you die
Well you think that you are clever
But you're not any better
Yet you think that you are clever
But you're not any better
Yeah, you think that you are clever
But you're not any better than them
You get home to bed at five
Thinking "What a luck to be this bad"
And before you think of it
You've turned out just like your old dad
What good does it do?
Leave you alone
None of your mates
Pick up their phones
Remarkable feast
Down to the bone