There's men, underground Who have never seen the sun But really know how to party Little men from underground Who never seen the But the really know how to party
[Chorus:] The their wooden pints and they yoik and sing And they fight and dance 'till the morning
Tables full, reindeer meat And camp fire and the brick walls are full candles Tables full, wooden pints They care about their sins They just wanna get drunk and party
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Long is now past Only good men have lasted They need women, meat, beer rom Fight battle full of blood no thoughts about god they just slaughtered killed tormented