The Metros - Robbin Hood lyrics

It's a common misconception that Beer is a repressive, but a matter of fact I think, I can tell you from experience that's Simply not the case Half 10 and you're down the boozer Playing pool and he's a bar-room bruiser Few pints and a packet of crisps Starts talking with his fists ????? All the alchies I know always talk about love See what they're missing, and cause a big fuss Last orders?! What's the rush! And beer, and coke, and speed, and pills, and grimey venues, cheap thrills, and I don't know, d** k**, but boredom makes me ill Lalalalalala Whoa Whoa Whoa Oh Oh And it's all too late (lalala) Degradation of the welfare states (Whoa whoa whoa) Spirals into hate Whatever happened to the greater good? Like Che Guevara and Robin Hood And I don't know And it's Friday night and you've had too much There's a pretty girl and you've fallen in love But she soon finds out you've had enough Another night, sleeping rough And don't worry that you're on the floor It doesn't matter that your balance has gone AWOL And I'll be find with another pint It wasn't me who started that fight Confidence is like inconsistent It's not morality, it's like non-existent Like ???? and double vision But you hit the deck, with sweet precision And beer, and coke, and speed, and pills, and grimey venues, cheap thrills, and I don't know, d** k**, but boredom makes me ill Lalalalalala Whoa Whoa Whoa Oh OhAnd it's all too late (lalala) Degradation of the welfare states (Whoa whoa whoa) Spirals into hate Whatever happened to the greater good? Like Che Guevara and Robin Hood And I don't know