Binance

Whores, Vodka and Lasers (Anti Tank Nun)

He was stubborn as a mule Clear goal his life would rule He would crawl, sneak up and watch One job he would never botch He's a man of strong resolve Takes a life and problem solved When he reached his oone true goal Finally shit took its toll Whisky, please Double, please Tripple, please Over.. When the day had turned to night Fast and vile like a gang fight His dark shadow you could see Quick and moving quietly Scream spread just like tear gass Then the sound of shattered glass Mates went looking - terrified His dead body they did find Whisky, please Double, please Tripple, please Over.. Moving spirit - no parole Every party's heart and soul Said no way to make him skid Vodka, lasers and whores did With peristence of a tank Every enemy he would flank He would wallow in warm booze Whores and vodka made him lose Whisky, please Double, please Tripple, please Over..