There's men, underground Who have never the sun But they really know how to Little men from underground Who have never seen the sun But really know how to party
[Chorus:] The rise their wooden pints and they and sing And they fight and dance 'till the morning
full, reindeer meat And the camp fire shines and the brick are full candles Tables full, wooden pints They don't care about their sins They just wanna get and
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Long war is now past Only good men have lasted They need women, beer and rom Fight battle full of blood no thoughts about god they just slaughtered and tormented