Paroles de Hot Beer

Hot night cruising town, seeking for relief A cold glass of beer, seems all that I need A stop at a filthy bar, and asked for a sip The liquid flows down my throat, blocking all my speech Blood boils, anger speaks Murder instincts screams at me But I turn around and leave In my head heading home, I shot you at both knees A shiny knife, deep inside, dig you piece by piece I smash your skull in the concrete, and leave you there to bleed Your liquid flows down my hands, painting the crime scene Blood boils, anger speaks Murder instincts screams at me But I turn around and leave