There’s a sign That helps us start investigation Empty bottles of wine (of wine) And a line of spew will show the way
Our mission for this morning is Looking for our beer bud Ernando Starting from the place where he missed But no one can remember that
Tell us about him Stealing a crocodile Yes he could We all do fucking believe Tell us about him Stealing a crocodile Not a question if you Not a question if you know him Not a question - tell us about him bitch We know he fucking could
If only we knew what tonight brings We’d still hope that it lasts forever And no one cares about all those things The next day we wouldn’t even really slightly remember A night spent with a crocodile Will remain in my memories for a while And a naked picture of us Still reminds that it wasn’t, it wasn’t water in the glass We are the kings of the world
The gangsters without a reward The morning after I can’t spell my name TOMORROW IT’S ALL THE FUCKING SAME!!! ALL THE FUCKING SAME!!!
The morning after I can’t spell my name Tomorrow it’s all the same