Whisky

Saturday night we are searching for a fight
We are running straight through the bara
Our leaving our right in this fucking life
Tis stuff is always in my mind

Whisky within
Red label desire in our hearts
Whisky within
The water of fire through my mind

Barman said do not try again
But company really don't care
Metal music destroy all the gain
And drinking another round in hell

Bodies everywhere on the floor
Whisky raining more and more
Our stomach in flames we are dead
The last bottle cracked in youf head

The glass of water
The ice inside
The bottle is turning
Whisky can start