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• Artiste: Hatesphere
• Titre: Drinking With The King Of The Dead
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Too drunk to know my left from right I put on my shades to dim the lights Puke my dinner back into the night Stumble forward while graping every bottle in sight Spitting Glass! I stump through the bars while flashing my backstage pass No way back - no return All the faces are blurred Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors Drinking with the King of the Dead Never met a bottle that I didn't like Every time you pop a corn I flip my tongue like a dike I'm a whore for alcohol And I drink till I fall I believe every promise in every bottle It's all religious to me Hey, look at me I'm going to the promised land Here I stand in a pool of shit Wondering when I went on this blackout trip I get sicker For every glass of liquor I get the fever Spanking that fuckin' liquor [Solo: Heinz] All the faces are blurred Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors Drinking with the King of the Dead