Letras
The mud it fits into the shape of my hand, it is inviting
I love to hate the hate that I love to be reciting
Fresh off the press, fresh out of the gutter
Fresh from underneath the grass, fresh out of the horse's -
Ask me how I love the sound that it makes
In the face of my adversary
I must not hear what they have to say
Because my worldview is weak
That's why I throw the
Boloto koktel boloto koktel
First one's on the house after that it's 3 for $20
Boloto koktel boloto koktel
Throw it at a friend and make a brand new enemy
Boloto koktel boloto koktel
As long as two are fighting there's a third one making money
Molotov cocktail molotov cocktail
You don't want to throw a real one
A molotov for molotov, an eye for an eye
I pour out a shot for those who've suffered and died
Under such tyranny and woe is me a river is forming
Of horilka, slivo, palinka, whiskey and rum
It's flooding the streets, dividing people's homes
And turning the fields into alcohol-soaked mud
I take that mud and put it into a bottle
And voila! A brand new business model
Boloto koktel boloto koktel
First one's on the house after that it's 3 for $20
Boloto koktel boloto koktel
Throw it at a friend and make a brand new enemy
Boloto koktel boloto koktel
As long as two are fighting there's a third one making money
Molotov cocktail molotov cocktail
You don't want to throw a real one
It's my way or the highway
It's my way or the highway
It's my way or you're a dead man
Dead man, dead man, dead man
It's my way or the highway
It's my way or the highway
It's my way or you're a dead man
Dead man, dead man, dead man
It's my way or the highway
It's my way or the highway
It's my way or you're a dead man
Dead man, dead man, dead man
It's my way or the highway