Testi:
Red Wine

He pours the wine into his coffee cup His gin has dropped It's time to pick it up Too fed, he rose out of his bus and left Tearin' slow he's barkin'

this crazy feeling in my head. Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine. Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine. Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine

Black fingernails, red wine I wanna make you all mine Alot of people under ground You want to get there, You gotta go straight down Wo Ohhh Straight

This room is like the belly of a ghost Swaying to the rhythm of a heart that is now lost So tell me that I'm wrong Tell me that tehre's a consequence

Drag me by my ankles To the bottom of the ocean There I'll stay forever Until you come back from England The London bombs The London bombs The

You live so much It's like you're dying You can't get up Your body's trying You build so tall, it's like you're flying But rocks will fall, the sky keeps

With lips that kiss, words of teeth And I was wrong to let you know So drink your coffee and catch your bus Cause I just want my suicide girl My

cigarette, but now I'm doing fine Had to work out life without religion as a crutch But some people struggle, inner demons are too much There's a message for them Red wine

place to be alive The sea is wine red This is the death of beauty The doves have died The lovers have lied The sea is wine red This is the death of