The Chugs - (I Think We're) Going to Prison

There's a fight
At the bar now
They're all yelling
And punching
And throwing things
Tonight's the night
For a scar now
What the hell
Is going on?
Someone's biting
My arm now
So much blood on
My hands
And guitar and strings
They hardly know
Who they are now
We just found out that
All the Hamm's is gone
The fists are flyin'
Everyone's tryin' to find
The beer
Refreshing
I'm turning black and blue
For the golden brew
They're trying
To find out who
Killed the keg
Who killed the keg?
Bruised in true
Family tradition
This brawl's three centuries
In the making and
We have to make
A decision
Burn it down
Or drink it
Somewhere else
I think we're
Going to prison
Unless we somehow
Can find a way
Out of this
It's not what
I had envisioned
I guess things change
My friend
But Hamm's should not
The fists are flyin'
Everyone's tryin' to find
The beer
Refreshing
I'm turning black and blue
For the golden brew
It was me and you
Who killed the keg
We both killed the keg

Written by:
Brian Harding, Sam Kuban, Scott Wambach

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