Lyrics

Sittin' in his strange room After midnight, under the moon Thinkin' ' bout f**kin', lookin' through the glass We're listening to Max, he keeps tellin' all nite He never lies, old muthaf**ker I don't exaggerate, he's a bloody drunkard But at this moment you got nothing to say We got no money for wonderful women, no !! He's spiderman, he climbs a wall I'm sure, he doesn't know what is fear I say : Hey, Max, its your third bottle today I think he's an alcoholic sleep-walker He cannot stop when he's telling his tale I say, hey, man, f**kin' party is over Take it easy, yeah, take it easy, take it slow No, no, not me, you gotta go !! Crazy, crazy, what you gonna do tonight Crazy, crazy, Max you gotta start the fight !!!