Fury In The Slaughterhouse Come On
Come on guess we know each other now for seven yearswhy has it always to end up with tearsa little problem and soon discussions startwe bang our heads and we always forget our hearts somehow, somewherei guess i had this all beforesomehow, somewherei guess i had this all before come on, come on let's go homegive the sinking ship a drinki think it better if we gosomehow my thoughts are running slowwill feel sorry when i awakeso you better give me a break take your brown eyes and put'em in a glassput some icecubes in and watch the rotting messlook in my blue ones and you know i never liegive me a drink and I say to you let's have another try
