Lyrics Alcoholic Story - Stoner Train

Alcoholic Story

Long time ago
I was walking home alone,
Raising brown dust,
Looking just like evil rust.
«Well, I know a lot of stories, beginning this way,» — I thought.
In the middle of the road
Stood a giant dreadfull goat,
Smoking there a black cigar,
And said, he wanted my guitar.
«Actually, the old man was too drunk, so I didn’t believe him, but he went on…
Little demon’s got no soul X4
«After theese words everyone in the bar exploded with laghter, but suddenly the
old man’s eyes went black, and he smiled, baring his white sharp teeth.
Nobody saw that, just me.