Let s drink

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(Where’s barman?) Let’s swig cause we’re upset
(We need a lot of whiskey!) Let’s drink to lose your head
(I’m treating you all to drink!) Let’s gulp to forget until we’re dead
(Com’n!) If we don’t do it, we are going to be so mad

Verse#1:
How dared you call my name without my permission?
How dared you tell people that my lyrics are fiction?
You can’t imagine how big my anger now, how morbid is me
No one can in this fucking world tell me that they forbid me
No one can even think about me that I am stupid
You are and I’m not, stupid is only your fucking Cupid
Don’t try to offend me or I will distress you
I’m accustomed to this but don’t even try to
A long long time ago some truck’s better kill me
I know that you wish drove that truck, cause you hate me
You wish my guts wound on the wheels, it is the best wishes for me
And maybe I wouldn’t write this shit not to feel it in me
It’s too bad to listen to it, we’d better drink to end this shit

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Verse#2:
How dared you laughing at me? How could you judge me?
It’s not my fault that you’ll never get what you wanted like me
I do what I’ve always wanted to do, I criticize you
It’s not my fault that you wished it too
Don’t blame me if you didn’t get something that I have in my own
Only me have right to judge you, to laugh at you
Don’t even think to come to me when you’re alone
It’s not fault; I just do what you always do
Specially for my enviers, I won’t hide what I must show
If you dare to not agree with me, I’ll mow you down
Be accustomed to listen to me, it’s hard, yeah, I know
I have a lot shit to tell you, I’m became the talk of the town
Like me in past you fall asleep with thought that you owe
It’s funny to listen to you: “Oh, Phoebe, I need money to live at home”
You beg me for money that I have in my own
But you didn’t even lift a finger to help me to get what you want from me now
I will never lift my finger to help you and how … dare you?
I lift only my middle finger and shout at your side: “Fuck you”

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Verse#3:
When I drank a lot like the last shit, I’m gonna tell you one thing
That I’d better kill you until you’ll hurt another man
You’ve always been rude for people, they’ll only tell me “Oh, thanks”
I’ll never be sorry for my words; you’re not even my fan
I’ve always been misunderstood when you were near
Look out for me, I’m haunting you, don’t fear
I am the Lord for you, kneel for me, this is my sacred wish
You don’t want to catch a bullet in you forehead, as Al Pacino said: Capish?
I’m just trying to do best for this envy world
I think nobody ever will search for you, my darling girls
It would be Gestapo for you, and I’d be Adolph
And when you’d die I drink a little beer and smoke the best cigar
You’d better not forget who I am and who you are
Then I think my dogs would be very hungry, you know
It would be good show, I bet, and then I’d have a game of golf
And after game I’ll be searching again for fucking barman
And again I’ll meet my some crazy fan
That’s why

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