Bottled Jesus - text

First visions of the morning,
are not as pleased as THEY could be.
Memories are gone and missing,
old companion took its fee.
It is confusing my sight
And that IS making me crazy,
But im too lazy to fight

I wish i could say
that i wont do it again,
but i will do it again
I will do it again, do it again!

Livers are shouting loud as fuck,
Whole body hurts like after rock.
White mice running thru my head,
and they are making me very sad.
Bed seems to be perfect cosy,
but thirst is hard, so I rise again.

I wish i could say
that i wont do it again,
but i will do it again
I will do it again, do it again!

Everything is back in common,
thoughts are pointing to the pub.
All the resist it's just formal,
spend the evening in drink club.
Day is over, i am coming home,
but I predict my morning pain.

I wish i could say
that i wont do it again,
but i will do it again
I will do it again, do it again!

Text přidal Morrissian


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