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Every night he's searching for the cheapest liqueur store
And no one wants to drink with him, just rats & dirty dogs
O, Lord, how cruel your will can be & where is your mercy?
You're smiling from your holy chair, when man feels misery
Poor, sad man – Soon he will understand
His only friends are booze and severe rats
Lord doesn`t care. He spits into his face
And laughing when we close our eyes & pray
Once that man got drunk to death, but we know that no one really cares
When he woke up He saw the devil with a bottle in his hands
He sad “Don't be afraid of me – I am as you in misery.
That sucker kicked me out, when I was asking for mercy”
Poor, sad man – Soon he will understand
His only friends are booze and sever rats
Lord don't cares. He spit's into his face
And laughing when we're close our eyes & pray