Cold gin, some wine, two fosters Between a steak and lobsters More of the white to wash it down Five shots of brown tequilla To stay awake sambuca That one with a coffe bean to drown
Bridge: Hold on, I can hear the angels singing Hold on, I can feel the Devil spreading In my veins
Chorus: It´s banging in my head, get me back to my bed Oh, my god, I´m dying I´m showing no regret but get me back to my bed Help me, please, help me trying It´s banging in my head, get me back to my bed Oh Lord, have some mercy It´s the last I ever had, get me back to my bed I promise what I said, get me back to my bed Now!!
Was this my final birthday? The utmost loaded ashtray Guess in the smokes was something, too What started with some champagne Now dies completely insane But take a guess I think it´s cool