Alcohol

you're the scourge of all mankind. Now I ain't no portrait, I don't fly no flag, you're the ambassador of hate, a diplomatic bag Slap on the sanctions, show us some grit. You've built your fence, now sit on it. I hope all your dreams, go up in smoke, 'cause he who laughs last, didn't get the joke. The Fridge connection The Fridge connection II Fridge on the River Kwai Heartbreak Fridge A Fridge on Elm Street Friday I, II .. III The last little Fridge in Texas One flew over the Fridge