Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drunk Dancer's Waltz, artist - The Hidden Cameras. Album song Home On Native Land, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 27.10.2016
Record label: Outside
Song language: English
Drunk Dancer's Waltz |
| We’ve been gutted and bludgeoned beyond repair |
| Dance quite able, Clark Gable, beneath the stair |
| Fib and fable, we cradle our own regret |
| Oh, we blubber and stutter 'til evening’s end |
| No we won’t let the blood of our enemies cool |
| No we won’t let the blood of our fathers be cursed |
| No we won’t |
| We’ve been lovers and gluttons without a care |
| As we hang out and break out of our own snare |
| God or goddess, it’s obvious, we need a drink |
| Have another vodka, brother |
| Release the pain |
| No we won’t let the blood of our enemies cool |
| No we won’t let the sons of our fathers be used |
| No we won’t |
| And you won’t have to wander the fields all of mud |
| And you won’t have to squander each minute of lust |
| No you won’t |
| No we won’t let the blood of our enemies cool |
| No we won’t let the sons of our fathers be used |
| No we won’t |
| And you won’t have to wander the fields all of mud |
| And you won’t have to squander each minute of lust |
| No you won’t |