| We´re All Gonna Die |
| Hey, I´m awake what´s that scent in the air Do I know this place from before I wonder where all of my shoes dissapear Just some traces of dirt on the floor Does anyone here have some water to spare Cause I woke with this terrible thirst It´s the romantic notion of harshness to share Before my testicles burst Boy meet girl they fall in love I watch the scene from up above The angels are gone where angels go Hell, I don´t know If these angels are real could they follow me home And reward me for putting my trust In this bed as the mark of my journey to roam Thru the nights of obedient lust I am battered to pieces by vodka and sex And a fondness for odious sin I eep making phone-calls at night to my ex And I wish for her scent on my skin Boy meet girl they fall in love I watch the scene from up above The angels are gone where angels go Hell, I don´t know |