Frat Poison from Hunk by Elephant Rifle

Pour another drink in your red cup.
Nothing’s gonna start til you drink it all up.

Why you babysitting two or three shots?
Gonna show you how to turn it up a notch.

Rally ’round the keg, pump it til it foams,
Add a little something to make your guts groan.

We’ve got inside jokes and a secret shake.
Things are gonna get weird at the clambake.

Pour another drink down.
Pour another drink down.

I'm the chapter captain. Call me Mr. Jones.
Those little tri-Delts about to get dosed.

Some folks like water. Some folks like wine.
I like the taste of straight strychnine.

Crack a lot of jokes, feeling pretty great.
Careful not to turn into the thing that you hate.

Pour another drink down.
Pour another drink down.
Omega Epsilon Rho.

We’re going out in your town,
Drinking whiskey on down.
Going out like Jonestown—
Lost and then found.

• Punk
• hardcore
• minimal
• nevada
• noise rock
• rock
• Reno