Soul Enema - The Last Night

Well, she's loving your sweet kisses
Doesn't mind you're calling her a tramp
While your tongue is in her gullet
And your wallet is in her hands

As a girl she dreamt of a princess
With a knight on a milk-white horse
Now the knights are on milk-white trucks
Taking her on their course



(Monica): "Lord, don't let me surrender
Please let me swallow my pride
I swear it's gonna be the last night"


Well, her father needs some whiskey
Gonna hang up with a crew
So he'll take up all her money
And beat her black and blue



(Sam): "Hey, your collage is your highway
You are born for jacks in trucks
Daddy raised you on his money
It's time to give 'em bucks"



(Monica): "Lord, don't let me surrender
Please let me swallow my pride
Or it seems to be daddy's last night


Going too far away, is it a desperate beast
That slowly creeps inside me now, inside you now
Sometimes he screams so loud
Going so far away, is it haunting mist
That idly dwells inside me now, inside you now
Erasing inner bounds"


"Children like a flowers on their parents tombs"
- That's the last thing he said before his doom


(Monica): "Lord, don't let me surrender
Please let me swallow my pride
Hope your tunnel ends with light"