Testo di Poxy Lips

Far down the river Out in the darkness Something's out there Soft red heart Chorus: Aye aye, my merry lads It's a lively tale, this to tell give it a taste, it's worth bottling We'll do some dancing here! Black spot, white wigs Sophistication Lace cuffs, thick fingers Test the fine steel Chorus Gently the blade slides Thru sweet white flesh The warm blood falls Fills the glass up Chorus Tracks in history Like piss in the snow Poxy lips foul breath Just get up and go! Diseases epidemical in this country Are tyrannical oppression and the want of necessities of life No. A Merry life and a short one shall be my motto. Woooo!