HolySexyBastards - Waiting For Hell | Текст песни

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I've got two problems in my head
One dresses well in red and the other wears black as if she's night itself
I have no reason to admit that I am about to give in
I'll try my best to breath and stand still waiting for hell

Their names I don't remember well
I have to blame the booze, the music and all those cigarettes
Now back to real life I have to work 12 hour shifts all week
Just to get back what I invested at that fancy place

And It's hard just to say it
I think an angel stole my life and I want it back

I don't need no Mercedes
I need a guitar, a bottle of booze and i'll be fine

Come and get us, baby. A kick at the soul that finally lasts

I can handle it, lady. Oh, I think you're so special
I can handle it, lady. The worst things have come to mind on my summer drunken night

Come and get us, baby. A kick in the soul that finally lasts.

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