Wooden Pints
There's men, undergroundWho have never seen the sunBut they really know how to partyLittle men from undergroundWho have never seen the sunBut the really know how to party
The rise their wooden pints and they yoik and singAnd they fight and dance 'till the morning
Tables full, reindeer meatAnd the camp fire shines and the brick walls are full candlesTables full, wooden pintsThey don't care about their sinsThey just wanna get drunk and party
Long war is now pastOnly good men have lastedThey need women, meat, beer and romFight battle full of blood no thoughts about god they just slaughtered killed and tormented