Letra da Música Fighting In The Trenches de Roma Banda

Burrs: I can't believe we're out of booze! Buncha fucking alcoholics!

Jackie: You didn't say it was Byob, asshole. C'mere Phil.

Oscar: You're kissing Jackie?! You slutty little bitch!

Phil: So what if I am?

Oscar: Jackie fucks anything that moves! Oh Phil, how could you?

Phil: There, there. It's just a kiss.

Oscar: Don't you dare touch me! I'd rather be killed!

Phil: Why are you so upset? It didn't mean anything!

Oscar: Nothing means anything to you! Oh God, Phil, you really make me sick!

Phil: Well go to hell, then, ya big baby!

Oscar: Just because I was born ten seconds after you doesn't mean you can call me a baby! I'll kill you, you fucking bitch!

Winston: My family has been kept awake by your shenanigans all night! Clean those sissies up off of the floor, and shut down this party immediately!

Party Guests: Fuck you!

Winston: I didn't fight in the trenches so filthy, disgusting reprobates like you could have fun!

Party Guests: Hey! Take it easy, buddy!

Winston: If you do not behave yourselves, I will be forced to inform the authorities!

Party Guests: Why? 'Cause you have a thing for men in uniform?

Winston: You have been warned, by Jove!

Party Guests: So have you, asshole!

Burrs: Hey! Let's go over there and kick his ass! Right in front of his goddamned kids!

Eggs: No. No no no, Burrs. Take it easy!