Victims Can Be Mean

No more fears
After seven beers
Frank gains strenght from
every gulp of Heineken
No more shy
Late at night
Frank is looking round
for someone he can trash

See the midget in the corner,
he just reaches to his shoulder
He's alone there,
he's a stranger
so there won't be any danger
If he tries him
He's a born victim
And there's no one who will stand up for this guy

No more fears
After seven beers
Frank is getting up and over to the little man
What are you doing here, son? he says,
and what have you done!
When he takes away
the midget's glass and smashed it

Other man men are laughing,
girls lick their lips
See the midget he is blushing
but then suddenly
he ducks and kicks and
Frank howls
Got a kick in the balls
And a laughing midget makes it for the door

So it goes
So it goes
Victims can be mean
So it goes
So it goes
Victims can be mean
Oh, so it goes
So it goes
Victims can be mean
Oh
So it goes
Victims can be mean