Dead Night — текст песни (Sunday At Eleven)

Im falling out your room
and Im looking like a wreck
her bloody-red blured lipstick
all over my wet neck
had an eight-hour-blackout
looks like I got in a fight
doesnt matter cause
it must have been a
damn good night

oh my morals
crawlin on the floor
on fire, on the scene
its all too late

my buddy says she dumped me
caus I was puckin
on her skirt
my fuckin new tuxedo
still layin in the dirt
my sister got so pissed
cause her guinney-pig got fried
doesnt matter cause
it must have been a
damn good night

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