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