40 Ounce Casualty - текст песни
40 Ounce Casualty
Know I can afford it
M16 to the head
drunk punks don't sell themselves
all they do, is get drunk
That's enough to kill a horse
Some day one day but of course
Hahaha
I'm a 40 Ounce Casualty
But it's the way I wanna be
every night when we go drink
I don't care what people think
look at me, fuck I'm a waste
I'm the one they love to hate
40 ounce, we get drunk
they call me a filthy fuck
Well I am!
40 OUNCE, 40 OUNCE, 40 OUNCE CASUALTY
40 OUNCE, 40 OUNCE, 40 OUNCE CASUALTY
40 OUNCE, 40 OUNCE, 40 OUNCE CASUALTY
Walkin' alone on Saturday
40 Ounce's the way for me
cop's will try to pick me up
I don't really give a FUCK!
I'm a 40 Ounce casualty
But it's the way I wanna be!
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