Paroles de Feed The Lohocla

Was it destiny that one day It was born Drunk creature of the night who haunts us for our brew It was dark, midnight or so, when most had left for home Breath of life, Lohocla lives, the barley entity Now it is alive spawned from the loins of beer Throat parched and on a quest to quench his - die hard thirst All he asks oblige him in giving up your drink It's okay, don't shit your pants, he's tamer than you think Where is he from? Why is he here? Nocturnal boozer on a pursuit of beer So set him free from sobriety-tonight! Inebriate! One of his favorite words Control his state of mind though he has no dime Out of cash and out of stash, he's coming off his high Time to cruise the local joints to mooch Iiquld food Wading through the bar and wasted off his ass Lohocla's drunk again yet still he begs for more One day you'll encounter him, you'd better share your beer