Guns, Bitches, Brawls & Bottles

Guns, Bitches, Brawls & Bottles

G.g. Allin
(album: Carnival Of Excess)

As gray as a monarch, the moments I pass
The whisky bottle is my globe and the specter is my glass
My table is my throne, and the bar room is my court
The bi-whore is my subject and drinking is my sport

Don´t look for me in daylight, we´re robots all assembled
You´ll find me in my dark world, in my smoke filled temple
Whiskey breath and painted women bring me to my senses
Prostitutes and loaded guns ´cause trouble is my business
Guns, bitches, brawls & bottles, that´s the only life I lead
Don´t know where I´ll wake tomorrow, but today is all I need

When the sun goes down, into the night I´ll creep
I´ll beg, I´ll steal and borrow, I´ll hustle for my keep
Do what I´ve got to do, the city is my play
I´ll kill you for a dollar if it´s in the cards today

Don´t look for me in daylight, we´re robots all assembled
You´ll find me in my dark world, in a smoke filled temple
Whiskey breath and painted women bring me to my senses
Prostitutes and loaded guns, ´cause trouble is my business