o paape daru,o sanu chad gayi oye,
gale se ja ke,mind mein ad gayi oye,
haan kabhi khud ke paison se kabhi maang ke udhaar
haye humse ton fed up hain ghar wale bhi yaar,
haan kabhi khud ke paison se
kabhi maang ke udhaar
haye humse ton fed up hain
ghar wale bhi yaar

subah bhi peete sham bhi peete,botal sde dum te jinde
chovi ghante chadeya rehnda,daru da fever
o sada o sada,o sada lohe da liver,o sada lohe da liver
o sada lohe da liver,o nobody believer
o sada lohe da liver,o paape daru
o sanu chad gayi oye,
gale se ja ke,mind mein ad gayi oye

ho sab kuch hai apne under,hum duniya ke boss hain
apni hi side nikle,jab bhi karte toss hain
ho sab kuch hai apne under,hum duniya ke boss hain
apni hi side nikle,jab bhi karte toss hain
bande hum hot,lekin cool attitude hai,
after the 9’o clock,roz banta mood hai,

panja ladana hai ladwalo,jisse bhidna hai bhidwalo
hatte na arey loser bhi,ban jata hai achiever
o sada o sada,o sada lohe da liver
o sada lohe da liver,o sada lohe da liver
o nobody believer,o sada lohe da liver

Oh, the nectar of sin,
It's claimed us, you see.
Down the throat it descends,
Lodged deep in the mind's decree.

Sometimes bought with our own,
Sometimes borrowed with shame,
Our families, they're weary,
Tired of the blame.

Sometimes bought with our own,
Sometimes borrowed with shame,
Our families, they're weary,
Tired of the blame.

Morning's a drink, and the evening's a plea,
Breathing through bottles, our immortality.
Twenty-four hours, the fever's a blaze,
Fueled by the drink's intoxicating haze.

Oh, ours, oh ours,
Our liver of iron, it stays.
Oh, ours, oh ours,
Our liver of iron, it stays.
Oh, nobody believes,
Our liver of iron, it stays.

Oh, the nectar of sin,
It's claimed us, you see.
Down the throat it descends,
Lodged deep in the mind's decree.

We hold all things, beneath our command,
We're the bosses of Earth, a powerful band.
The coin always lands, as we wish it to be,
When we toss in the air, our victory.

We hold all things, beneath our command,
We're the bosses of Earth, a powerful band.
The coin always lands, as we wish it to be,
When we toss in the air, our victory.

Though hot is our blood,
Our demeanor is cool,
After nine o'clock,
Our moods become full.

Ready for fights, let the battles begin,
Clash with the world, let the chaos spin.
Even a loser, in courage now thrives,
And through the spirit of drink, now survives.

Oh, ours, oh ours,
Our liver of iron, it stays.
Oh, ours, oh ours,
Our liver of iron, it stays.
Oh, nobody believes,
Our liver of iron, it stays.
Oh, ours, oh ours,
Our liver of iron, it stays.