Big Time — текст песни (One Man Army)

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

(chorus) 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 back for more

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 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

(repeat chorus)

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.