Monday has a Six Pack and $35 to its name...

So, after yesterday's Henry Rollins rant, nothing would do except hunt down the entire "Henry Rollins Uncut in NYC" concert. Stayed up till almost 1:00 a.m. drinking gin and juice and laughing my ass off. On a more (only slightly more musical note), here are the Black Flag lads doing what they did best back in the early 80s....wreck shit, and be boozy

Lyrics go now:

Thirty-five dollars and a six pack to my name
Six-pack!
Spent the rest on beer so who's to blame
Six-pack!
They say I'm fucked up all the time
Six pack!
What they do is a waste of time
Six pack!

I know it'll be o.k.
I get a six pack in me, alright!

My girl friend asks me which one I like better
Six pack!
I hope the answer won't upset her
Six pack!
I was born with a bottle in my mouth
Six pack!
Now I got a six so I'll never run out
Six pack!

I know it'll be o.k.
I got a six pack in me alright!

Thirty-five dollars and a six pack to my name
Six-pack!
Spent the rest on beer so who's to blame
Six-pack!
They say I'm fucked up all the time
Six pack!
What they do is a waste of time
Six pack!

Six pack!
Six pack!
Six pack!  

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