Cover di The Morning After

The Morning After
Album - 1988 - Debaser id 118100

di Tankard

Moral law! The drinker's guide
Was handed down by god
Sacred law for man to follow
Revere them as your own

Life's too short to waste your brew
It's plain to see-obey the rules

Thou shalt not waste and thou shalt not spill
Just drink your beer - Commandments!!!
Thou shalt not puke cause there's no excuse
Just drink your beer - Commandments!!!

Mankind was long deprived
Of the rules encased in stone
Ten written the rest were lost
When will they be found?

Laws misplaced for centuries
Where can they be? The brewery!

Thou shalt not waste and thou shalt not spill
Just drink your beer - Commandments!!!
Thou shalt not puke cause there's no excuse
Just drink your beer - Commandments!!!

Rejoice I The time is now
Fulfill Your sacred vows
Pay need to the blessed stone
Respect the holy law

Life's too short to waste your brew
It's plain to see-obey the rules

Thou shalt not waste and thou shalt not spill
Just drink your beer - Commandments!!!
Thou shalt not puke cause there's no excuse
Just drink your beer - Commandments!!!

Moral law! The drinker's guide
Was handed down by god
Sacred law for man to follow
Revere them as your own

Laws misplaced for centuries
Where can they be? The brewery!

Thou shalt not waste and thou shalt not spill
Just drink your beer - Commandments!!!
Thou shalt not puke cause there's no excuse
Just drink your beer - Commandments!!!
Il tuo voto:
Nice hotel - place to stay
We sought a place to get some rest
The owner said: "Please keep it down"

"We're good boys" - so we lied
Raise some Hell!

Two days passed - fuckin' mess
The maids refused to clean our stys
Ravioli neath the rug
Stench of beer - everywhere

We were shit-faced - relieving stress is so much fun
Fuckin' shit-faced - getting sick and thrashing rooms

One week down - place was fucked
We tore the heater off the wall
And broke the windows in our room
No one cared - we were drunk

Raise some Hell!

Bed diving - brand new sport
From our beds we'd start to leap
And dive into the cabinets
They broke too - nothing spared

Went downtown - forgot the keys
We climbed into someone's window
But they shot teargas in our eyes
Didn't look - locked outside

Raise some Hell!

Place destroyed - where to now?
We moved into another room
Five minutes passed and it was thrashed
Last warning - they kicked us out
Il tuo voto:
Can this be or am I dreaming?
What a mess!
Woke up drunk lying on the floor
This cannot be, my place is trashed

Broken bottles everywhere
Vomit oozing down the stairs

I asked myself how did this happen
Don't recall
Why the nasty, pounding headache?
I need relief, where's the tylenol

Lying in my bed! With a swollen head!
What did I do? I always regret the morning after!

Morning's passed, now I think I remember
Holy shit!
Ugly bitch playing with my member
Mutated sow with an extra tit
Senseless ruckus late at night
That's when we began to fight
Four AM and we were hungry
Cooked some food
Ate until the fridge was empty
Then they left, all their bellies full

Now my brain feels like mashed potatoes
Getting sick
I swear to kick this nasty habit
And never drink for ever more

Headache ceases, all is fine
Getting thirsty, where's the wine?

I cannot stop though I'm seeing double
Sloshed again
I know it's sad but I really need it
Cause alcohol is my only friend

Lying in my bed! With a swollen head!
What did I do?
Lying in my bed! With a swollen head!
What did I do? I always regret the morning after!
Il tuo voto:
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
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