Lager Lout के बोल

Sitting in a death house and smiling with a leer Happy, I should say so, hiding every fear Asking you some questions, chance it is untrue Twisted, corrupted and shot blue They don't love you, Lager Lout All of your white lies they're all turning black Your liver's got a cancer, your heart's under attack And your brain so much at bay, they could build a port They filled you up with ignorance and the Daily Sport And they don't love you, Lager Lout They don't love you, Lager Lout They don't love you, Lager Lout Lager Lout Lager Lout Lager Lout Lager Lout