DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 13): V.A. ROCKS YOUR LIVER – VERBAL ABUSE

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 13)

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V.A. ROCKS YOUR LIVER

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VON

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VERBAL ABUSE

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STUDIO 1986:

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Two kegs of Budweiser sitting on the table,
Handfull of people ready to drink
Got a fifth of Tequilla, gallon of gin,
Now the party’s started so let’s begin

V.A. rocks your liver!

Booze goes down, very few left
Kicking out the jams with all of my friends
Morning’s rolling in, sun coming up,
Now I need some booze in my cup

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 12): BOTTOMS UP – ACID

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 12)

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BOTTOMS UP

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ACID

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STUDIO 1984:

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Drinking amounts of bad beer
Too drunk to get behind the wheel
Where the hell could I be
What the fuck’s going on with me

Bottoms up, drinking a lot
Bottoms up, empty your cup
Bottoms up, bottoms up

Lots of small animals
Are coming straight at me
Pink and green, black and white
Which way’s left, which way is right

I had whiskey, vodka and gin
Tomorrow I’ll start all over again
There are some other holes to dig
I feel pissed off and very very sick

My life is one big party
Where I am the special guest
To celebrate you need money
No time to lay down, no place to rest

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES JIM MORRISON (TEIL 4): RIDERS ON THE STORM – THE DOORS

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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JIM MORRISON

(TEIL 4)

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RIDERS ON THE STORM

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THE DOORS

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STUDIO 1971:

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Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

There’s a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin‘ like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If you give this man a ride
Sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl, you gotta love your man
Girl, you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan.
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES JIM MORRISON (TEIL 3): LIGHT MY FIRE – THE DOORS

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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JIM MORRISON

(TEIL 3)

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LIGHT MY FIRE

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THE DOORS

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STUDIO 1967:

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LIVE  1968:

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You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn’t get much higher

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah

The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn’t get much higher

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES JIM MORRISON (TEIL 2): L.A. WOMAN – THE DOORS

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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JIM MORRISON

(TEIL 2)

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L.A. WOMAN

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THE DOORS

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STUDIO 1971:

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Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night, City of Night,
City of Night, City of Night, woo, c’mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your blues, oh, yeah

I see your hair is burnin‘
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin‘ down your freeway
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars,
The topless bars
Never saw a woman…
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone

Motel, money, murder, madness
Let’s change the mood from glad to sadness

Mr. Mojo Risin‘, Mr. Mojo Risin‘
Mr. Mojo Risin‘, Mr. Mojo Risin‘
Got to keep on risin‘
Mr. Mojo Risin‘, Mr. Mojo Risin‘
Mojo Risin‘, gotta Mojo Risin‘
Mr. Mojo Risin‘, gotta keep on risin‘
Risin‘, risin‘
Gone risin‘, risin‘
I’m gone risin‘, risin‘
I gotta risin‘, risin‘
Well, risin‘, risin‘
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin‘
Whoa, oh yeah

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night, City of Night,
City of Night, City of Night, whoa, c’mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, you’re my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
L.A. Woman c’mon

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