The more I drink
The less I work
Said the the clerk
To the man dressed in pink
All that your money
For your honey
And that I dont think that's funny at all.
It's god's sake that you cant fly
Said the bat to the rat
Into the night worse than a virus
You'd grow and betray us
And that's not desired
At all the trout denies
The fishing fly the fisherman sighs
All the money is gone
The clerk and I were friends
At the night the bat and rat
Said good bye without a fight
The fisherman he tries
All his life and that's why his baby died.
The trout ...
All that...
It's like al eyes turn blind
Writer(s): Peter Jun Horn, Florian Rein, Sebastian Horn
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