Last time with the boys at the end of a small town
No sign of light, music all around
I drive my car with the band
Howling like a pack of hounds At the end of the road
There's this guy in his crown
Swinging his harm and pointing his golden barn
Last thing we saw was this rusty caravan
I remember the smell of this creepy mix
I
remember the taste of it on my lips
Coming back to life, we drove back to this bar
The road was hard but we came back with
the growl
In this voucher seat, he was craziness on
the grid
A whole hands on deck, sailors, here we come
with the greed
So it's time for us to share this with the
crowd
We hope that this beverage will help you to
make you proud
Do you remember the smell of this creepy
mix?
Do you remember the taste of it on your lips?
So it's time for us to share this with the crowd
And we hope that this beverage will help you to make you proud
Do you remember the smell of this creepy mix?
Do you remember the taste of it on your lips?
Do you remember the smell of this creepy mix?
Do you remember the taste of it on your lips?
Do you remember the smell of this creepy mix?
Do you remember the taste of it on your lips?