Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boozer , by - Love/Hate. Song from the album Greatest & Latest, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 20.03.2006
Record label: Deadline
Song language: English
Boozer |
| You got scraped-up knuckles |
| You got scraped-up knees |
| You’re not used to beggin' please |
| You want it all and you want it now |
| Put a bottle to your temple, say «Mao» |
| Friend to friend better wash that shirt |
| Cause it’s your mind soaked in dirt |
| Turned-out trouble maker blood shot eyes got a present for you |
| Surprise |
| Ice cold gold will tantalize you into thinking that you know |
| But the truth is gonna get you cause the parties goin' on for sometime |
| Guess what you’re buying |
| Baby you’re the boozer, yeah yeah yeah |
| Baby you’re the boozer, yeah yeah yeah |
| You don’t want to think, you just want to drink |
| Nothing’s safe that’s not nailed down |
| The truth is such a nasty place anyway |
| When everything’s been said that there is to say |
| Reminisce, no, fuck that, I’d rather drown like a rat in shit |
| What’s this, I made you a special lager |
| Baby you’re the boozer, yeah yeah yeah |
| Baby you’re the boozer, yeah yeah yeah |
| You’re the keeper of the koo-koo and you smoke 13 |
| Your mother’s son-of-a-bitch dream |
| Keeper of the koo-koo man when he goes wacko |
| Hack-hack-hack put you in the sack parked out back, your racked |
| Low lean losing proud rummy |
| Never underestimate you ain’t no dummy |
| You’re a bird with a broken wing |
| I hate to break it to you but you just can’t sing |
| Baby you’re the boozer, yeah yeah yeah |
| Baby you’re the boozer, yeah yeah yeah |
| You’re in a blender full of pickled rock 'n' rollers |
| Putting quarters in slot machines |
| Bettin' or rather letting fate’s snake charmer do it for you |
| Today, okay, I’ll admit you ain’t no loser |
| The fights still in you two-fisted chooser |
| You smell like hell’s guard dog with rabies |
| You itch like a bitch with scabies |
| Restless, not movin', where’s the place where the hippy chicks groovin' |
| Alright groovy hippie chicks in your mile high boots |
| Drinkin' molotov cocktails |
| Felony and misdemeanor will whip your ass till you come cleaner |
| What’s the meaning of life, what’s the meaning of life |
| Baby you’re the boozer, yeah yeah yeah |
| Baby you’re the boozer, yeah yeah yeah |
| Baby you’re the boozer, yeah yeah yeah |
| Baby you’re the boozer, yeah yeah yeah |