Whisky Is Alright In Its Place, But Its Place Is In Hell Song Lyrics
Whisky Is Alright In Its Place, But Its Place Is In Hell by Fear Before The March Of Flames I am I am the street peddler
I am I am the street peddler
I am I am the street peddler
I am I am
I am I am the miracle
I am I am the miracle
I am I am the miracle
JUICE
Do I hear? Do I hear?
Do I hear? Do I hear?
Do I hear? Do I hear?
Buyer in the balcony (section)
Do I hear? Do I hear?
Do I hear? Do I hear?
Do I hear? Do I hear?
Buyer in the balcony (section)
Sold to the vampire and his lovely establishment
Vampire and his lovely establishment
If integrity were a wooden spike, we'd all be fucked
Push the corpses into the gutter
We'd say to one another
These smart-ass children had it coming
These smart-ass children had it coming
These smart-ass children had it coming
These clones drone along to their power
These clones drone along to their power
These clones drone along to their power
These clones drone
Up sell
Up sell
These smart-ass children
Had it coming
Up sell
Up sell
Up sell
These smart-ass children
Had it coming
These smart-ass
Up sell
Up sell
Up sell
If we're going out to dance
(You're up for sale)
They're pissing in the disco halls
(You're up for sale)
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
If we're going out to dance
(You're up for sale)
They're pissing in the disco halls
(You're up for sale)
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
This is our lives watched by the auctioneer
This is our lives watched by the auctioneer
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.
Up sell.