Tekster: Bastard Sons Of Dioniso. In Stasi Perpetua. Typical Pinight.

Floating over the ground, totally soaked by the crowd
I swear, I didn?t want to:
I got four drinks for my friends, but they were busy pullin? girls.
So what if I drain them all?
What a bastard son.
Out of stock, fuck their Radar-cocks
But after all
How could you allow me to throw it away?
Waited ages, would have been a shame.
Why are you laughing? You would have done
the same thing if it was your turn.
Get to the men?s room, amusement minutes gained.
Cool beats entertain me
I throw myself in the car hoping not to mess it up
I fall asleep, another day is over
What a bastard son.
Out of stock, fuck their Radar-cocks
But after all
How could you allow me to throw it away?
Waited ages, would have been a shame.
Why are you laughing? You would have done
the same thing if it was your turn
Damn! I was wrong!! The night is still young
Cellars are waiting for us.
We?ll take another route, to keep away from the cops
Go! Go! Go! with the gurgle pipe and fog.
What a bastard son.
Out of stock, fuck their Radar-cocks
But after all!

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