There’s a sign

That helps us start investigation

Empty bottles of wine (of wine)

And a line of spew will show the way



Our mission for this morning is

Looking for our beer bud Ernando

Starting from the place where he missed

But no one can remember that



Tell us about him

Stealing a crocodile

Yes he could

We all do fucking believe

Tell us about him

Stealing a crocodile

Not a question if you

Not a question if you know him

Not a question - tell us about him bitch

We know he fucking could



If only we knew what tonight brings

We’d still hope that it lasts forever

And no one cares about all those things

The next day we wouldn’t even really slightly remember

A night spent with a crocodile

Will remain in my memories for a while

And a naked picture of us

Still reminds that it wasn’t, it wasn’t water in the glass

We are the kings of the world



The gangsters without a reward

The morning after I can’t spell my name

TOMORROW IT’S ALL THE FUCKING SAME!!!

ALL THE FUCKING SAME!!!



The morning after I can’t spell my name

Tomorrow it’s all the same