Stranger pick your poison no we do not carry wine We are glad to know you we already know your kind Stranger why the hurry here is something to imbibe A dark and dirty drink called Waiting To Die
It is a lovely eve for a high-strung soul Through the decay into the watering hole Change our blood to alcohol and wait for the last call
We raise our cracking glasses to another day in hell This oasis is the very place the angels fell What are you afraid of Stranger? Come on down the bitter brine Another drink another song and then its closing time
It is a lurvy eve for a vodka soul Through the wreckage into the watering hole Change our blood to alcohol and wait for the last call
Stranger wet your whistle with us dregs and ne’er too wells We are glad for your company I know it’s hard to tell Stranger where’s the fire? This round is on the house A shot of Nice to Know You From the below the bar it pours and pours
It’s a lurvy eve for drunken show Through the dismay into the watering hole Change our blood to alcohol and wait for the last call Wait for the last callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
