Testo di Whiskey Is Alright In Its Place, But Its Place Is In Hell

I am the street peddlers miracle juice Do I hear? Do I hear? (Numbers) Buyer in the balcony section Sold to the vampire and his lovely establishment If integrity were a wooden spike we'd all be fucked Push the corpse into the gutter We'd say to one another These smart-ass children had it coming These clones drone along to their power chord medleys This is our lives watched by the auctioneer If we're going out to dance they're pissing on our disco halls You're up for sale. The plan of action is upsell