
Date of issue: 29.03.2015
Song language: English
Hot Beer |
Hot night cruising town, seeking for relief |
A cold glass of beer, seems all that I need |
A stop at a filthy bar, and asked for a sip |
The liquid flows down my throat, blocking all my speech |
Blood boils, anger speaks |
Murder instincts screams at me |
But I turn around and leave |
In my head heading home, I shot you at both knees |
A shiny knife, deep inside, dig you piece by piece |
I smash your skull in the concrete, and leave you there to bleed |
Your liquid flows down my hands, painting the crime scene |
Blood boils, anger speaks |
Murder instincts screams at me |
But I turn around and leave |