The city stood still and breathless that night As if someone grabbed right by the balls Hurricane Kazz was born on the site Like with most people, it wasn't his call... Time passes slowly in solitude He gave up all comfort - ever his watch A Robbinson's life - lonely and crude In his Kon-Tiki on the sea of scotch
His biggest dream was caviar and champaigne His Dolce Vita - 'Discovolante' Comic hangovers he would never feign Cascading puke's el Commendante He found his home right here in the gutter And this kind of home gave him no address He would melt hearts like premium butter His way with broads brought him no success...
Let the night begin you nasty wizard When life is over the party's on When your god is out show your tail of a lizard No more remorse
Trembling like monarchs on bastille day Frantically jumping but out of time Hands put together as if to pray No rosary beards his fingers would climb... And so he did go right down to hell Died on the bumpy road where he ran A shot of vodka shamelessly fell Onto the grave of that godless man
Let the night begin you nasty wizard When life is over the party's on When your god is out show your tail of a lizard No more remorseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
