(stage patter 5) lyrics

GG's words are in regular text, other band members in bold

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Yeah! We f*cked it up, but we don't care.

[indistinct audience chatter]

No. She wants to be here. She's got red underwear on, and we'd like to take 'em... just give us her underwear. Take her underwear off. That's all we need. That's all we need.

Okay. Now we got... okay, all right. We can't get f*cked, we can't get raped. Okay, we're gonna do "Drink, Fight and f*ck".

All right, I'vе got somebody's earring. Okay, anybody elsе?

Where's that purple-haired b*tch? I'd like to beat on her a few times. 'Cuz we don't give a f*ck. She's a f*ckin' sc*mbag, just like we are, right? How many people in here are sc*mfucs? Sc*mfucs. If you're a sc*mfuc, raise your hand. Are you a sc*mfuc? 'Cuz if you're not a sc*mfuc, then you're a f*ckin' pus*y. Right? Providence, Rhode Island: are you sc*mfucs?

[scattered cheers]

Sc*mfucs? I wanna hear everybody say they're a sc*mfuc. Because if you're not a sc*mfuc, then you're a f*ckin' pus*y. Right? Obviously everybody from here back are pussies. You've got to be a sc*mfuc!

[shouts from audience]

I don't care! I'm just... what does it matter to me? I won't even f*ckin' do... [slurred and unintelligible] ...unless anybody in here says they're a sc*mfuc, then I'm just gonna stand here and be an as*h*le just like you are. Are you a sc*mfuc?

[shouts from audience]
Yeah, about three of you.

Okay, fine. Fine. I could walk off the stage right now. I've been up here 30 minutes. I could walk out of here right now and say f*ck every one of you. f*ck every one of you. I'll still get paid. You want to hear more, or you want to say f*ck it? You want to say f*ck it?

[shouts from audience]

You want to say f*ck it, I'm gone. You want to say f*ck it? Okay, they want to say f*ck it. f*ck it.

[indistinct chatter from audience]

How many want to say f*ck it? I wanna hear... you want me to leave right now, and say f*ck it?

[shouts from audience]

All right, I'm gone. I'll see you later, motherf*cker. I hope you all die. You want more? You don't f*ckin' deserve my f*ckin' sh*t. And I won't even sh*t on you.

[about a minute of crowd noise, but otherwise silence]

GG, get the f*ck up here.

Hey, you want to see more? You wait ten minutes.

[shouts from audience: "C'mon, man!", etc.]

Ten minutes. Because we're gonna make you f*ckin' wait. We don't give a f*ck. Give me a cigarette and buy me... who wants to get... this is a very informal thing here. I want a drink, and I want a cigarette. When I get it, we'll do another song.
I still need a cigarette.

All right, well, I've got two cigarettes. But you can't put the f*cker out. I got two. Any girls got any underwear for me?

You people, you're lucky you weren't in New York about three weeks ago. You'd have been eating my f*ckin' sh*t. And I would love to sh*t on you people. But I gotta get paid!

Hey. Okay, listen. These guys in the band are working hard tonight. We want five beers. Somebody go to the bar and get the band five beers, and we'll do "Drink, Fight and f*ck", and we'll keep going. The drummer wants a f*ckin' beer. He wants a f*ckin' beer. He wants a f*ckin' beer. And that motherf*cker definitely wants, like, three beers. And we'll stand here all night.

Because what's it gonna do? What's it gonna do? It's gonna hurt. Do I give a f*ck? Do I care about the f*ckin' hurt?

Bullsh*t, "what". I don't wanna f*ckin' sing till we get some f*ckin' beer. You want me to sing? You f*ckin' sing. You want to f*ckin' do it? You f*ckin' do it. I do it when I want to f*ckin' do it.

Somebody... he's gonna buy us a pitcher, and we're gonna play. Because he's the only one that's got the balls to f*ckin' do it. I might even just take these f*ckin' things off and show you my little c*ck. 'Cuz who cares, right? it's not your c*ck. And it's not yours, 'cuz you don't beat off anyway. And it's not yours. It's f*ckin' GG f*ckin' Sc*mfuc.

I know, he needs his... I'm gonna suck this guy's di*k again. Last song of the night. But the thing is, I would like to compare di*ks. I'd like to have a di*k contest. And I'd like to rape about three or four more girls. At the end of the show, I'm going to. The last song, every girl in here is gonna get attacked, 'cuz that's the way it is. I don't give a f*ck.

We don't get a pitcher of beer? What? Hey, this motherf*cker right here with the beard is gonna buy us a keg... he's buying us a pitcher. Give it to him. The guy at the bar.

You'll die, motherf*cker. Oh yeah, you're tough. Come on, f*ckin' c*nt. Oh yeah, that p*ss, that smells good. I like it. I'm not afraid of p*ss. I'd drink your p*ss whether you threw it at me or not. I know it's p*ss 'cuz it's warm. I'll drink p*ss, I'll drink sh*t, I'll eat sh*t.

Okay, we're gonna do "Drink, Fight and f*ck" 'cuz this guy bought us... I know you won't buy it. They won't give this guy a f*ckin' pitcher and he's getting it for the f*ckin' band!

All right, we're gonna "Drink, Fight and f*ck", all right? If you've got any bottles, any glass, anything you want to throw at me, do it in this song.

Believe me, I would like nothing better than to sh*t on you people. But the guy won't f*ckin' pay me. And I gotta take a sh*t so bad right now, you don't even know. If you want to eat my sh*t afterwards, backstage, I'll do it for you. I'm all set. "Drink, Fight and f*ck"!