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Publisert 22.04.2009 11:40
Komponist Trond Haram Klykken
Utøver Trond Haram Klykken, Lars Simonsen, Geir Skiftun, Eirik Sandnes
Tekstforfatter Trond Haram Klykken



Tekst Hm Me and my friends down by the shore G Barbecue, beers and a boat These brothers they were a great bunch Although Randy was quite the moke Randy passed out first, so drunk He could never drink that much Five beers and two whisky shots And Randy would lose his touch Silence fell as the darkness fell Our eyes were swollen cracks Gary opened his mouth to speak As William fell on his back Instr: Munnspill over refreng "I've had your woman plenty-a-times" His finger was pointing at me "Her hole is always wet and warm for my pole, as hard as tree" "I can call her anytime, you know She sucks like a Russian whore" Now Randy and William were fast asleep I heard their drunken snore As Gary looked across the sea My hand just grabbed a rock It was purely automatic I heard the muffled crack My arms went up and down so fast They wouldn't seem to stop Gary's head became a bloody mush Then William woke up I screamed: R: C G Please, don't tell your father C G Tell him his son is lost at sea C G, G/F#, Em Don't tell him about no beating C, Cm, G Or he'll come looking for me William suddenly started to run His spine snapped at the sound of the thud He and the rock fell slowly it seemed As both fell into the mud Oh, poor William was moaning I guess he still could feel his legs Pity like for a wounded animal I had to twist around his neck Randy suddenly opened his eyes His drowsy gaze looked about I knew then, just what to do Thrust a branch in his gaping mouth R: Instr Randy guzzled blood by now I was surprised of his violent thirst Only one regret, I felt I should've killed him first Pushing their corpses into the sea Watching their bodies float Before I went to see their father I also untied the boat R: Father, oh the horror Your sons are all lost at sea They started fighting in the boat They wouldn't listen to me R2: I shouted-to them from the shoreline As they drifted into the mist The last thing I saw fore they dissappeared Was Gary's pounding fist it Was Gary's pounding fist

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