I wake up in the mourning
I was drunk and stoned
I live a fucking life
I have just a guitar
and a rotting knife
I dont have kids
I dont have a Wife
Just a good Wine
What I drink in the coldness night
Someday, before yesterday
My riffs gonna way
What fuck going on, I say!
I lost my best riff, today.
quarta-feira, 27 de abril de 2011
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