Robbin Hood Lyrics & Chords By The Metros

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, drugs kill, 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, drugs kill, 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
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, drugs kill, 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, drugs kill, 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