Drinkliederen.
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cataclysm child
- Berichten: 7664
- Lid geworden op: do dec 08, 2005 2:16 pm
- Locatie: leuven
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CALIBANaan
- Berichten: 9707
- Lid geworden op: vr jul 18, 2003 7:59 pm
- Locatie: Beverwijk
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Maximum Resistance
- Berichten: 121
- Lid geworden op: wo dec 14, 2005 7:08 pm
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CALIBANaan
- Berichten: 9707
- Lid geworden op: vr jul 18, 2003 7:59 pm
- Locatie: Beverwijk
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Gehennah!
King of the Sidewalk
I'm the first in line, a wellknown face, a V.I.P. in everyplace
My goal's set high to feel alright, get even more drink than last night
At the fucking bar the floor I hit, don't need no chair, I'm too drunk to sit
A girl comes asking me to dance, "Of course not, whore, so kiss my ass"
The bartender refused me more to drink
So I hit him on the nose, cause his bar stinks
I try to leave but I just can't find the door
They throw me out to an all-night pen store
In to the store, proud of myself, with empty pockets and drunk as hell
I bounce between the food and stoof, convinced I'm still not drunk enough
A six-pack beer and a porno-mag is what I need in my shopping bag
The paper of a six-pack is my royal crown
I'm the one who's thron out from every bar in town
King of the Sidewalk
Back in the streetlight, stolen brew in my hand
I behave like a asshole, a horrible man
Loud and unpleasant, always the worst
A king of bad manners, proud of my thirst
Bought or homemade boose, don't really mind
Cause you're still able to drink even if you're blind
To see double or nothing is what I choose
As long as I can feel the taste of booze
Totally gone I sleep somewhere'til dawn
Don't know where I've been, I wake up on someone's lawn
I find yesterday's dinner all over my chest
On my leatherjacket and on my blue jeans-vest
King of the Sidewalk
I'm the first in line, a wellknown face, a V.I.P. in everyplace
My goal's set high to feel alright, get even more drink than last night
At the fucking bar the floor I hit, don't need no chair, I'm too drunk to sit
A girl comes asking me to dance, "Of course not, whore, so kiss my ass"
The bartender refused me more to drink
So I hit him on the nose, cause his bar stinks
I try to leave but I just can't find the door
They throw me out to an all-night pen store
In to the store, proud of myself, with empty pockets and drunk as hell
I bounce between the food and stoof, convinced I'm still not drunk enough
A six-pack beer and a porno-mag is what I need in my shopping bag
The paper of a six-pack is my royal crown
I'm the one who's thron out from every bar in town
King of the Sidewalk
Back in the streetlight, stolen brew in my hand
I behave like a asshole, a horrible man
Loud and unpleasant, always the worst
A king of bad manners, proud of my thirst
Bought or homemade boose, don't really mind
Cause you're still able to drink even if you're blind
To see double or nothing is what I choose
As long as I can feel the taste of booze
Totally gone I sleep somewhere'til dawn
Don't know where I've been, I wake up on someone's lawn
I find yesterday's dinner all over my chest
On my leatherjacket and on my blue jeans-vest
don't mistake lack of talent for genius
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No_Remorse
- Berichten: 443
- Lid geworden op: di apr 29, 2003 2:01 am
- Locatie: Breda
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