They're burning malbec blood through a paper heart.
Give 'em a glass connect or pull them out through their arms
'Till all we see are forest fires in the eyes of our brothers.
Walking alcoholic bottle bombs we're terrorists till death.
They're burning malbec blood through a paper heart.
Give 'em a glass connect or pull them out through their arms
'Till all we see are forest fires in the eyes of our brothers.
Walking alcoholic bottle bombs we're terrorists till death.