SHOUT WITH IT'S GLORIOUS CHORUS OF A RAT-A-TAT-TAT AH.... KNOCKING ON THE DOORS OF HOPE AH.... EVERYTHINGS GONE UP IN SMOKE AH.... KNOCKING ON THE DOORS OF HOPE
Traduction: Blood Or Whiskey. Portes de l'espoir.
the head in a bar in Bucharest I was just hoping to score I was standing there broke Laughing at some joke When the world burst throught the door
And now the time has come for leaving And when you go I must go too I hope that when it matters most to me That it will mean as much to you You know
hurt Flirtin' wit murda, I leave 'em unheard of And I'm sicca than period pads drippin' All over your hands gettin' The back seat or the trunk, it's your choice Dead or