Slumped in the corner on the bar with a pint in me hand   the whole country's fucked up with stuff I don't understand   People are pointing, am I an outcast?   My liver's really fucked up... I dont' think I'm gonna last...      (Whoa oh oh oh) We're all six pints none the wiser   (Whoa oh oh oh) We dont' care if it's Lager or it's Cider      Slumped on the Sofa with a six-pack in my hand   My head is really spinning and I don't think I can stand   The rape, the torture, the greed in this land   We're six pints none the wiser - we still don't understand      (Whoa oh oh oh) We're all six pints none the wiser   (Whoa oh oh oh) We dont' care if it's Lager or it's Cider      Stumbling along the street but I can't keep control of my feet   Inebriated and in the gutter, I'm flat on my face and I mutter   "We're six pints none the wiser..."