Lyrics Sasha Boole - Golden Tooth

Smashed nose and broken knuckles
spitting with a blood
still in tension for new struggles
laying in a mud
crying for some holy blessing
drinking for a health
driving to the cemetery without safety belts
crying for some holy blessing
drinking for the Hell
riding to the cemetery without safety belts

searching for a golden tooth in a grinning face of life

black and white, there’s nothing special
maybe you might’ve thought
someone’s gonna add new colour
red! Right from your throat
who’s decided and gave such rules to that nasty game
prize will be a stone cross and a photo in a frame
who’s decided and gave such rules to that nasty game
prize will be a stone cross or a granite plate