Stolichnaya Smert کے بول

Crawling through the outskirts of Odessa as this skirt came on to me I was strung out from manual labour She was a bitch with a bandolier You could tell she had a thing for Vodka and Destruction I showed off my piece and she grabbed me by the horn Halfway through the bottle she wanted to go for a ride Flaska opp på Vold og faens Kaos things are going nowhere fast Столи - спирты сатаны Преврати меня в урода Stolichnaya Smert Давайте поедем до смерти Hotwired a Chaika down by the curb Pedal to the floor - ready for more Give me some throttle for this craving A gramme off of her tits and I am sailing Militia pigs are on to us Want to give some beating want to see some blood Crank it up, some good old Tangorodrim and send some lead the coppers way Столи - дьявольский бензин адский молот, преврати меня в урода Sinner’s haven Tiraspol no place better to end it all Snatch another bottle of Stoli wreaking havoc into the morning At noon I took her down by the river pulled her under till she stopped to shiver Another drifter into the stream but this one will forever pester my dreams Take another hit to start me up med Frådende Hunger Where I am going no one can follow Before I disappear out of mind, out of sight Swallowed by the Transnistrian night Stolichnaya Smert Давайте поедем до смерти