Finsterforst - Bottle Gods

Every night we're on the road
To push aside tomorrow
Chasing more the liquid gold
No use forget our sorrow
Then there's always the wisest guy
Getting straight into our face
Time to stop, but know your place
We are a hopeless case
So tired of your tale
Everyday the same old tune
We won't quit anyway
And we don't care what your stand
Leave us alone, we are the fellowship of the brew
All we need are the last sips from the bottle in our hands
As the night and drinks go on
With continuating time
Doing nothing but having fun
This is our night to shine
We sat there like we own the place
And put their nice guys on the shelf
We will take care of all your girlfriends
They will enjoy themselves
So tired of your tale
Everyday the same old tune
We won't quit anyway
And we don't care what your stand
Leave us alone, we are the fellowship of the brew
All we need are the last sips from the bottle in our hands
Get us more Czech
We're starving here
Pull your ass down here
As we destroy the place
Just bring the bottle
AND GET OUT OFF OUR WAY!
So tired of your tale
Everyday the same old tune
We won't quit anyway
And we don't care what your stand
Leave us alone, we are the fellowship of the brew
All we need are the last sips from the bottle in our hands
HEY
HEY
EACH JUST ONE MORE ROUND
LIKE THE MEN SAID
DEATH OR GLORY!