Hooligans - Roger Miret and the Disasters

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

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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)

Hooligans!

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

(Pre-chorus)

We’re pissed!

Well, I’m pissed and I’m drunk