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lirik lagu šarijanata - mezzo

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when the owl shows its beak, in the midnight’s early moon
crawl to the inn mezzo with a cabaret dance floor
don’t fret if you don’t find it, this is not your chore
t’is the inn that will find you my drug and let you through the door

but once inside its sooth black walls, abandon all ye hope
for its whiskey bar and crooked guests are a never~ending slope

in the middle of the middle, there’s no riddle here to solve
glasses filled themselves fall into our rotten corе
we’re the vagrants, whorеs and k!llers, to the mezzo we have sworn
so drink the wine and vermouth until your soul is sore

annie’s at the door with a knife next to her hand
the same old rusty tool with which she spilled her baby’s brains
besides her no arms noah, who’s betting arrogance
left his ace without a sleeve, now he has to take a chance
sitting right in front’s old pierre from verdun, france
the squareheads took his eye, now he hunts theirs in advance
the cracker drinking with him, that is saint candace
a saint that is, until they find her graveyard romance

but if you glance the corner girl, abandon all ye hope
for not much’s known about her but her necklace~like rope

in the middle of the middle, there’s no riddle here to solve
glasses filled themselves fall into our rotten core
we’re the vagrants, wh0res and k!llers, to the mezzo we have sworn
so drink the wine and vermouth until your soul is sore
now the night’s spurred to a crest, though the wine is running out
which is not yet being noticed from the devil’s pilgrim’s shouts
that besiege the siamese twins that are w~nking with their mouths
with their feet being enveloped by a swarm of cursed mice
whose blood’s painting the walls from the rat king’s drunken slice
as he tries hard to impress typhoid marry and her lice
but is being interrupted by the stupor of the vice
the patrons want their wine and they won’t be asking twice

in the middle of the middle, there’s no riddle here to solve
glasses filled themselves fall into our rotten core
we’re the vagrants, wh0res and k!llers, to the mezzo we have sworn
so drink the wine and vermouth until your soul is sore


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