M.O.D.
shot glass
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I greet the day with anger, bombs and verbal threats.
I lift my head, in dread, of things not yet.
Lets have a drink, then throw up in the fucking sink.
Shot glass... shot glass.
If you're in sight, there's gonna be a fight.
Shot glass... shot glass.
It's me and you and shots enough for two.
I drink the drink, I drink, until I drink again.
I see the day, my eyes are glazed and pinned.
- Album:
- The Rebel You Love To Hate
- Miscellaneous
- U.S.A. For M.O.D.
- Devolution
- Loved by Thousands... Hated by Millions
- Gross Misconduct
- Rhythm of Fear
- Dictated Aggression
- KnuckleTracks #52
- Crossover
- Rebel You Love to Hate
- Off Road Tracks, Volume 68
- The Harder, The Better: Volume Nine
- Virtual Bodiez, Volume 1