Red Red Red Red Wine 歌词

Here's your little meter, read it while it lasts Everybody wants you to be living in the past You consider winning second from the last Call me mother-fucker,but you know I ain't your dad For all, anybody knows I'm shooting up with roses And red, red, red, red wine Red, red, red, red wine Here's your little meter, better make it quick Hanging with your sister but she beats me with a stick You consider losing something like a trick Well you call me mother-fucker, but I'm a mother-fucking prick For all, anybody knows I'm shooting up with roses And red, red, red, red wine Red, red, red, red wine I was living in a hotel after I got kicked out of my house. They kicked me out too. I been wearing these clothes for three days. My wife left me and my car has now been repo'ed. Oh well, that's the party life. For all, anybody knows I'm shooting up with roses And red, red, red, red wine Red, red, red, red wine Red, red, red, red wine Red, red, red, red wine