Animals come banging their drums
Street clears in summer
Kids run around, having their fun
Men are already drunk
A religious holiday's begun
Maybe it's because we have no sun
Marching begins, animals sing
Words that are twisted to meanings of hate
Look at the face
Bitter and ready to fight
A religious holiday's begun
Maybe it's because we have no sun
Lost in the crowd, shouting out loud
Drinking my fill of a bottle of gin
I'll do anything to help me
Forget about you
You're full of it, you hopelessly flirt
With that girl who works in the pub for a night
But at closing time
You will be at my door
Street clears in summer
Kids run around, having their fun
Men are already drunk
A religious holiday's begun
Maybe it's because we have no sun
Marching begins, animals sing
Words that are twisted to meanings of hate
Look at the face
Bitter and ready to fight
A religious holiday's begun
Maybe it's because we have no sun
Lost in the crowd, shouting out loud
Drinking my fill of a bottle of gin
I'll do anything to help me
Forget about you
You're full of it, you hopelessly flirt
With that girl who works in the pub for a night
But at closing time
You will be at my door
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