Текст песни Voltaire - Happy Birthday (my olde friend)

Happy Birthday my olde friend! It seems this horror show will never end! Any moment's your last breath Here is to another day closer to death The cake is on the table And it is awfully bright 'Cause there's so many candles on top And you are so decrepit Your chest so tight When you blow them out your lungs are gonna pop! You cannot complain each time you feel some pain Though you have arthritis and gout Cause when you start kvetching all your teeth fall out So grab another cigarette Grab another beer! Raise your glass to one more year! (Gone!) Happy Birthday my olde friend! It seems this horror show will never end! Any moment's your last breath Here is to another day closer to death Your skin is so worn out and old All over your body it's sagging Especially loose is your old caboose You're draggin it behind you in a wagon! Well you're an alcoholic and you're blind and deaf And you have Alzheimer I bet You're too old to remember But too drunk to forget So grab another cigarette Grab another beer! Raise your glass to one more year! (Gone!) Happy Birthday my olde friend! It seems this horror show will never end! Any moment's your last breath Here is to another day closer to death You're so old you smell like dust And now your bones begin to rust You see that face? It's full of wrinkles! So grab another cigarette grab another beer! Raise your glass to one more year! (Raise!) Happy birthday, my olde friend It seems this horror show will never end Any moment's your last breath Here is to another day closer to your sweet death!
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