Hard Pint of Heavy

Let´s all your stars going to run

Near to the darkness, far from the sun

Spit of the muse, musical life

Thinking of last things, we all gonna die

When we were younger, parents were there

Then we got grow up, but nobody cares

We bite the raw life, raw to the core

Hard pint of Heavy, we bite it whole

Bottle to bottle, shot after shot

After third bottle you can meet the god

Kick you in mud, kick you into spree

Police car horns, you´re busted you see

Horrible headache, shaking your hands

The morning after, you can not dance

Let pay your bills, nowhere to dwell

This is the end, you burning in hell

Far away from fair

Drink till the death

As nobody fucking care

This is my last breath

Drinking on credit is fine...