Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Black Pint, artist - Swingin Utters. Album song A Juvenile Product of the Working Class, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 09.09.1996
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
The Black Pint |
I’ve been disheveled by this drink, by the pint’s sight and stink |
Never enough times to stop and make me think |
I’ve wrapped around some fingers, riddled rich in ringworm |
I’m swollen still, poisoned by the sting |
The black pint is my drink |
You see my link |
I steal you sink |
You spill and I drink |
She’s broken saintly vows, she’s viable and loud |
Auspiciously, she kicks me when I’m down |
I’ll never leave her side, because of my pissiness or pride |
Oh, how I’m shady, in the shadow of my bride |
The black pint is my dream |
From orange white and green |
With nightmares of poteen |
Spittin' up in the sink |
Shove it up your ass |
In your ear my dear |
It’s the best thing that’s happened to me in 28 fucking years |
So I’ll thank my lucky stars that there’s a bad moon to rise |
It’s the best God has to offer to hang in our skies |
And when your snubbed then loved and it’s like your fondling the dove |
You better suck on something sacred, because you’ll never see above |
The black pint is my drink |
You see my link |
I steal and you sink |
You spill and I drink |