Smells Like Booze And Fags Again

Smells Like Booze And Fags Again

Alcohol,

Seed of my father Morayshire

Sewn with barley and the

Wrecks of drunken drivers

Loneliness drove us insane

The land itself led us astray

Darkest ethanol, we pray

Bring us to decay

Smells like booze and fags again...

Smells like

Home

Within the crooked wood

The shithole of Lhanbryde
I had a drink for solitude
A teenage crush on wine

The children drink until they're gone

Till blood has leaked out from the dawn

Darkest ethanol, our thane

Drown us in your rain

Smells like booze and fags again...

Country lane

Tak me hame

Tae the place

I belaing

Sweet Morayshire

Malt whisky mether

Country lane

Tak me hame

Smells like booze and fags again...

These Romantic Moments

These Romantic Moments

Play this with your doo-wop band

Stop trying

Give up

Stop learning

You're too dumb for this stuff

Stop crying

Man up

Stop squirming

We're gonna fuck you up

(We're gonna fuck you up)

Like you've never been fucked before

Our boots on your head

Your tongue on the floor

Lay your body down in the morgue

Or be our whore

Stop eating

Give in

Stop dreaming

You'll never have a friend

Stop fighting

Drop

Stop living

And we'll fuck your corpse

(We're gonna fuck you up)

Like you've never been fucked before

Our boots on your head

Your tongue on the floor

Lay your body down in the morgue

Or be our whore

(We're gonna fuck you up)

Like you've never been fucked before

Our boots on your head

Your tongue on the floor

Lay your body down in the morgue

Or be our whore

At these romantic moments

I wish time would stop

Every second is so precious

I wish they would stop

I hear that wishes don't come true

But I'm certain that I'll rot

Someday control will be taken from you

Then we'll fuck you up

(We're gonna fuck you up)

Like you've never been fucked before

Our boots on your head

Your tongue on the floor

Lay your body down in the morgue

Or be our whore

(We're gonna fuck you up)

Like you've never been fucked before

Our boots on your head

Your tongue on the floor

Lay your body down in the morgue

Or be our whore