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 d**h, 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 s**er 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