Cattle & Scum

The local heroes stand in line, shiny hair, sunglasses against the dark, drinking beer (the girls are on wine)
When we come in they already bark, saying 'you don't belong here, mate'
I guess it must be their fate to hate
I'm trying to get to the dancefloor, 'cause a fight is not what I'm looking for
On the floor they dance like the undead, do the dead-march, just nod your head
People push, shove, and shout in my ear, dancing to songs about cars, sex and beer
I need a drink, but the bar is crowded, too
I shout and finally I'm getting through
The beer I get is warm and soon dead, what am I doing here I must be mad
I'm getting irritated, I'm getting mean, this is the worst place I've ever seen
Girls try to look horny, bodies sweat and stink, around the bar they've had too much to drink
They're getting aggressive, they want to fight (it's all they do on a friday night)
Empty-headed assholes, not able to think, I guess now I need another drink
Try to look macho, try to look big, try to get another chick
Bash someones head, just a bunch of cattle, empty head