Ctrl Alt Mexicans Songtext
von Vuvuvultures

"Pass me a glass" is the first thing that she said
But little closer and you′ll end up in regret
I'd tried to stop her but the flow is in her head
She pop′d another pill; well that not, she was dead

I'd couldn't help it but i felt a bit upset
I felt the eyes on me, the eyes are burning red
Play once indeed but i was fueled with dread
Then the thought occured to me: "This night I won′t forget"


Legs spread on the floor
Not what like you were before
Mind gone nothing more
Turned into a messy chore

Legs spread on the floor
Not what like you were before
Mind gone nothing more
Turned into a messy chore

Legs spread on the floor
Not what like you were before
Mind gone nothing more
Turned into a messy chore