He was a master, sometimes a disaster A bar fighter, a party-all-nighter Paycheck cashin', tongue lashin' He was a master in a fashion A rail snorter from the streets of Aurora A big eater, book reader Enlightened meathead, and too much said
It's 2am, it's time to go 24 beers and a bindle of blow The sun comes up Your body fails Prop it up with a few more rails
Shows up to work disheveled and rank Still stinking from the drink that he drank Can't remember the night before A box of peanuts waking up on the floor His bones got shattered and his face got splattered His legs were broken and his bones were pokin' He cracked his skull and started strokin'
He was a biker, a kung-fu fighter Sandals and candles, man the dude had some handles A full vegan who could party all weekend He met the end that he was seekin'
You love it so much that you squeezed it to death You rode it too hard, you got it too wet Your a high flying, young dying Energetic diabetic Pernicious narcissist A life of play has slipped away Endless frustration is your final destination Living to party has destroyed your body
A black Nowitzki drinking Fireball whiskey A minimum asdf, coaching the ladies Shot callin', going all in Oh how the mighty has fallen
And so the birds fly away with the storm A blue light showing up in the morn' Nicht vergessen A life lesson
Greed and attachment Spiritual entrapment Soul affliction Lust addiction Sun goes up Your body fails Prop it up with a few more railsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
