Sounds Like Chicken - Spilt Beers and Drunken Tears lyrics

I've got a bone to pick with you But I'll wait till I've had a few Cos confrontation never was my style There's something that I wanna say And its not gonna go away This one thing has taken me a while To think up in my head Of something that you said Some incoherent mumbling strikes my ears What'd you say about my mum? Are you saying that I'm dumb? I heard you loud and clear you said to me No sorry I don't have one Which means to me Put down whatever you are drinking now so I can take a swing Let down your guard so you're an easy target Now you're skating thin Ice cold I'll empty both your gla**es then I might take your girl friend out Just give it up you're no match for me I've got a bone to pick with you And I don't think its something new My tolerance is wearing way too thin Your smell it makes me sick I think you're gonna pick A fight with me out cold before we start You're yelling up a storm Tonight you're in good form 8 brewskis down the hatch and you're still up I said nothing about your mum I'm not saying that you're dumb Its your tendency to misinterpret me No sorry, I don't have one Which means to you...