[00:00.00] 作词 : Peter Lyse Hansen/Henrik Bastrup Jacobsen
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Henrik Bastrup Jacobsen/Peter Lyse Hansen
[00:00.00] Too drunk to know my left from right
[01:50.97]I put on my shades to dim the lights
[01:54.60]Puke my dinner back into the night
[01:58.11]Stumble forward while grasping every bottle in sight
[02:02.07]Spitting glass!
[02:03.90]I stump through the bars while fla******ng my backstage pass
[02:09.90]No way back – no return
[02:16.05]All the faces are blurred
[02:18.93]Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors
[02:40.44]Drinking with the King of the Dead
[02:44.40]Never met a bottle that I didn’t like
[02:48.06]Every time you pop a corn, I flip my tongue like a dike
[02:52.23]I’m a whore for alcohol
[02:55.20]And I drink 'til I fall
[02:58.53]I believe every promise in every bottle
[03:02.58]It’s all religious to me
[03:04.41]Hey, look at me
[03:08.70]I’m going to the Promised Land
[03:41.25]Here I stand in a pool of shit
[03:44.43]Wondering when I went on this blackout trip
[03:56.55]I get sicker
[03:59.88]For every glass of liquor
[04:03.45]I get the fever
[04:06.39]Spanking that ****ing liquor
[04:22.53]All the faces are blurred
[04:39.60]Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors
[04:46.92]Drinking with the King of the Dead

作词 : Peter Lyse Hansen/Henrik Bastrup Jacobsen
作曲 : Henrik Bastrup Jacobsen/Peter Lyse Hansen
Too drunk to know my left from right
I put on my shades to dim the lights
Puke my dinner back into the night
Stumble forward while grasping every bottle in sight
Spitting glass!
I stump through the bars while fla******ng my backstage pass
No way back – no return
All the faces are blurred
Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors
Drinking with the King of the Dead
Never met a bottle that I didn’t like
Every time you pop a corn, I flip my tongue like a dike
I’m a whore for alcohol
And I drink 'til I fall
I believe every promise in every bottle
It’s all religious to me
Hey, look at me
I’m going to the Promised Land
Here I stand in a pool of shit
Wondering when I went on this blackout trip
I get sicker
For every glass of liquor
I get the fever
Spanking that ****ing liquor
All the faces are blurred
Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors
Drinking with the King of the Dead