Father Hhr

Father Hhr - how can you sleep while we’re drinking? Father Hhr - your glass is empty Hangovers... The invisible wounds... Excrement that enshrine your throne Walking naked on the empty beach Fingers tightened on glass of beer and the cigar Keep walking the way of immorality Forget about turning back Leave memories behind Sometimes in the dead of the night you gently lick your balls Dreams and visions drive you |to the kitchen To open a bottle of wine. It’s yours Father Hhr - how can you sleep while we’re drinking? Father Hhr - your glass is empty