Wretched red tooth and the claw The tables stick to the floor Dirty flies and stale tobacco And the price of my soul So fuck it all what's in store No remedy for the poor Fill my glass Against these ruins My fragments are shorn My lord... Now pick me up should I fall Careful I might spend it all The bar is tapped into poison For a fix and a brawl So keep 'em coming I call Beer is blood Pour it all Turn up that goddamned music Till they show me the door My lord... Line 'em up This ain't just pissin in the wind A sty will blind you in the end Believe there's wisdom in my plan Another round... My ruinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
