Texty:
Dropkick Murphys Rude Awakenings

The bed was still warm where I slept From these hours I wish to forget With the night still fresh on my breath I awoke to the grim face of death I thought

The bed was still warm where I slept From these hours I wish to forget With the night still fresh on my breath I awoke to the grim face of death I thought

The bed was still warm where I slept From these hours I wish to forget With the night still fresh on my breath I awoke to the grim face of death I thought