Tytuł: Guns, Bitches, Brawls & Bottles

• Wykonawca: G.G. Allin
• Wyświetleń: 307

As gray as a monarch, the moments I pass
  The whisky bottle is my globe and the specter is my glass
  My table is my throne, and the bar room is my court
  The bi-whore is my subject and drinking is my sport
  
  Don't look for me in daylight, we're robots all assembled
  You'll find me in my dark world, in my smoke filled temple
  Whiskey breath and painted women bring me to my senses
  Prostitutes and loaded guns 'cause trouble is my business
  Guns, bitches, brawls & bottles, that's the only life I lead
  Don't know where I'll wake tomorrow, but today is all I need
  
  When the sun goes down, into the night I'll creep
  I'll beg, I'll steal and borrow, I'll hustle for my keep
  Do what I've got to do, the city is my play
  I'll kill you for a dollar if it's in the cards today
  
  Don't look for me in daylight, we're robots all assembled
  You'll find me in my dark world, in a smoke filled temple
  Whiskey breath and painted women bring me to my senses
  Prostitutes and loaded guns, 'cause trouble is my business