Sunny
Sunny and the boys wanna play
Couple of smokes, drinks and okay
And all their lives questioning fate
Chasing after the cats milk on any given date
Well the wind was harsh and unforgiven
Broke through their lies; too late for mending
All the black of night will see their sins
Moon will glimmer off their teeth and shins
Vodka and champagne won't ease the pain
But it'll make it easy--yeah it'll make
Life seem livable along with the songs
Some chiefs off a bong
Banging rhythms of the night life
Some doses of invincibility keeps them high
Vodka and champagne it's starting again
Yeah its starting again
The stench of repetition eats at their souls
Unscathed fear this is how we'll die old
Gentle men of night they call themselves
Turning back to scoundrels at the sound of a bell
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