Gasoline Guns - Whiskey Funeral Spell текст песни

Drift down time, clutching a straw
Green fire burns in a throat
Snakes in boots, demons on a parade
Hell-march of a hell-brigade
Hell… Yeh
Spiked blood, need some more
Jack O’Latern dances with a kinderwhore
(Look) Al the fucks I give, all the fucks I gave
Rock’n’roll from cradle to the grave
Yeh, whiskey funeral spell
Ritual sound
One more round
Cast your spell
I’m drunk as hell
One more glass, one more game
One more reason to forget your name
One more drink, one more rite
One more whiskey funeral night
Hell
Yeh
Under black flags, under full moon
Whiskey Armageddon, see in Hell you soon
Rise our glass, lit all lights
This is one more liquor hell-bent night
Yeh, whiskey funeral spell
Ritual sound
One more round
Cast your spell
I’m drunk as hell
I am green-eyed demon
Possessed of whiskey spell
Baptized in gin and brandy
Yeh, I’m drunk as hell
Ritual sound
One more round
Cast your spell
I’m drunk as hell