алкоголь точно знает, чем дышит Есенин, Мой дpyг алкоголь искyпал Бpайна Джонса в бассейне. Алкоголь отпyстил меня, Алкоголь
I can make anybody pretty I can make you believe any lie I can make you pick a fight With somebody twice your size Well I've been known to cause a few
Is it my imagination Or have I finally found something worth living for? I was looking for some action But all I found was cigarettes and alcohol You
maldito alcohol dulce tormento que tu haces afuera ven pa dentro maldito alcohol dulce tormento que tu haces afuera ven pa dentro mami yo te veo ahi
Alcohol leavin' me dry Now it is time for pie Takin' them as they come Alcohol please give me some If I stay in the same place The animals will lick
Alcohol, my permanent accessory Alcohol, a party time necessity Alcohol, alternative to feelin' like yourself O alcohol, I still drink to your health
Alcohol Pussy and Weed Alcohol Pussy and Weed Alcohol Pussy and Weed Alcohol Pussy and Weed Alcohol Pussy and Weed Alcohol Pussy and Weed Alcohol Pussy
I'm sick and tired of your excuses Can't deal with living anymore I'll give you reasons to continue While you lie writhing on the floor I'll wash away
Waiting in a room, all dressed up and bound and gagged up To a chair, it's so unfair, well I don't dare to move For the pain she puts me through Is what
Si mis plegarias no fueran A la Virgen sino a ti Que pensarias? Que dirias? Si de la noche soy un pedazo De suelo que flota, entre tus suenos Como una
There's a voice in my head, telling me why I should hate you But I hate myself instead There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me I
We were always drunken roustabouts Had our ups, downs, and near throwdowns You were the center of attention That mayor of party town But that ended
Satellite feeds my eyes tonight But I don't wanna sit around anymore You were right, I guess you won the fight But I don't know if I can take many more
Well it seems like everyday I'm counting down to Friday night, There's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, never feel right, I do believe that
The house is still at midnight, by one we?ll be a wreck Alcohol and bandages will soon follow this mess Sleeping?s overrated, we lie awake and cry If
The house is still at midnight, By one we?ll be a wreck?Alcohol and bandages will soon follow this mess? Sleeping?s overrated, We lie awake and cry?If
Do you realise you're laughing while you're reaching for the gin Even though I threaten that I'm never coming back again The sweetest song you sing will