Black house Black house There's a place, called the black house It's a place I go when my spirits are low I can taste, in the black house Forbidden fruit and though it's evil I know all the people In the black house I can see it in their eyes, there's no need to disguise My thirst, in the black house This whiskey is real and makes me feel like heaven In the black house All the women are angels all the guys are swell And the music, in the black house Oh it soothes my soul like a harp from hell
Oh black house Oh black house, oh black house
Oh the boss Of the black house Is a tall skinny guy in a long black cape And he smiles On the black house With a skeletal grim of his white skull face
Raise my glass, in the black house You can tell me that it's wrong, too much whiskey, too much song Kiss my ass, I'm in the black house This I where I belong, give me whiskey Give me whiskey all night long Give me whiskey all night long Give me whiskey, give me whiskey all night long Give me streams of whiskey all night longTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
