Drinking With The King Of Dead Lyrics
| Song | Drinking With The King Of Dead |
| Artist | Hatesphere |
| Album | Serpent Smiles And Killer Eyes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Too drunk to know my left from right | |
| I put on my shades to dim the lights | |
| Puke my dinner back into the night | |
| Stumble forward while grasping every bottle in sight | |
| Spitting glass! | |
| I stump through the bars while flashing my backstage pass | |
| No way back – no return | |
| All the faces are blurred | |
| Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors | |
| Drinking with the King of the Dead | |
| Never met a bottle that I didn’t like | |
| Every time you pop a corn, I flip my tongue like a dike | |
| I’m a whore for alcohol | |
| And I drink 'til I fall | |
| I believe every promise in every bottle | |
| It’s all religious to me | |
| Hey, look at me | |
| I’m going to the Promised Land | |
| Here I stand in a pool of shit | |
| Wondering when I went on this blackout trip | |
| I get sicker | |
| For every glass of liquor | |
| I get the fever | |
| Spanking that ****in’ liquor | |
| All the faces are blurred | |
| Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors | |
| Drinking with the King of the Dead |
| Too drunk to know my left from right | |
| I put on my shades to dim the lights | |
| Puke my dinner back into the night | |
| Stumble forward while grasping every bottle in sight | |
| Spitting glass! | |
| I stump through the bars while flashing my backstage pass | |
| No way back no return | |
| All the faces are blurred | |
| Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors | |
| Drinking with the King of the Dead | |
| Never met a bottle that I didn' t like | |
| Every time you pop a corn, I flip my tongue like a dike | |
| I' m a whore for alcohol | |
| And I drink ' til I fall | |
| I believe every promise in every bottle | |
| It' s all religious to me | |
| Hey, look at me | |
| I' m going to the Promised Land | |
| Here I stand in a pool of shit | |
| Wondering when I went on this blackout trip | |
| I get sicker | |
| For every glass of liquor | |
| I get the fever | |
| Spanking that in' liquor | |
| All the faces are blurred | |
| Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors | |
| Drinking with the King of the Dead |
| Too drunk to know my left from right | |
| I put on my shades to dim the lights | |
| Puke my dinner back into the night | |
| Stumble forward while grasping every bottle in sight | |
| Spitting glass! | |
| I stump through the bars while flashing my backstage pass | |
| No way back no return | |
| All the faces are blurred | |
| Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors | |
| Drinking with the King of the Dead | |
| Never met a bottle that I didn' t like | |
| Every time you pop a corn, I flip my tongue like a dike | |
| I' m a whore for alcohol | |
| And I drink ' til I fall | |
| I believe every promise in every bottle | |
| It' s all religious to me | |
| Hey, look at me | |
| I' m going to the Promised Land | |
| Here I stand in a pool of shit | |
| Wondering when I went on this blackout trip | |
| I get sicker | |
| For every glass of liquor | |
| I get the fever | |
| Spanking that in' liquor | |
| All the faces are blurred | |
| Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors | |
| Drinking with the King of the Dead |
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