Crawling through the outskirts of Odessa as this skirt came on to me I was strung out from manual labour She was a bitch with a bandolier You could tell she had a thing for Vodka and Destruction I showed off my piece and she grabbed me by the horn
Halfway through the bottle she wanted to go for a ride Bottled up on Violence and fucking Chaos things are going nowhere fast
Stoli - Satanic spirit Turn me into a beast
Stolichnaya Smert Come on, let's go to the death
Hotwired a Chaika down by the curb Pedal to the floor - ready for more Give me some throttle for this craving A gramme off of her tits and I am sailing
Militia pigs are on to us Want to give some beating want to see some blood Crank it up, some good old Tangorodrim and send some lead the coppers way
Stoli - fuel of the devil hammer of hell, turn me into a beast
Sinner’s haven Tiraspol no place better to end it all Snatch another bottle of Stoli wreaking havoc into the morning
At noon I took her down by the river pulled her under till she stopped to shiver Another drifter into the stream but this one will forever pester my dreams
Take another hit to start me up with Frothing Hunger Where I am going no one can follow Before I disappear out of mind, out of sight Swallowed by the Transnistrian night
Stolichnaya Smert
Come on, let's go to the deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
