Tekstovi: One Man Army. Big Time.

It's Sunday night in the city
And his flat tops done just right
Below the drop is on the stereo
He'll meet the stiffs for a drinking night

It's quarter past eight and he's never been late
For a bottle with his name on it
So it's into the car and down to the bar
Where he buys the first round for the boys

Well, he's headed to the mad dog
Where he's looking for a skinhead girl
He'll take what he can it's the story of a man
And the life of a drunken fool

You never know who he'll meet
I've seen him dancing in the street
And next Sunday he'll be coming
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Well, he worked his way through the slaughterhouse
And through the years that he'd rather forget
He holds true to the friends that he left behind
And to the boys that he just met

But it's quarter past eight and he's never been late
For a bottle with his name on it
So it's into the car and down to the bar
Where he buys the first round for the boys

Well he's headed to the mad dog
Where he's looking for a skinhead girl
He'll take what he can it's the story of a man
And the life of a drunken fool

You never know who he'll meet
I've seen him dancing in the street
And next Sunday, he'll be coming
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Well, it's Sunday night in the city
And his flat tops done just right
Below the drop is on the stereo
He'll meet the stiffs for a drinking night

It's quarter past eight and he's never been late
For a bottle with his name on it
For a road ahead down to the bar
Where he buys the last round for the boys

You're bound to see him someday
Between the city and the streets of VA
So when you do don't be fooled by the story
The story of a drunken fool

Well, he's headed to the mad dog
Where he's looking for a skinhead girl
He'll take what he can it's the story of a man
And the life of a drunken fool

You never know who he'll meet
I've seen him dancing in the street
And next Sunday, he'll be coming
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