Текст песни
Do you remember Lars from Acton place
Who used to come here every Sunday morning
He kept a cobra in an open cage
No matter what he didn't heed the warning
Into the fire
A fate so grim
Down to the wire
And out on a limb
We roll the dice
We roll the dice again
When I got no one left to play with
My bones are old and aching
I'll still be lost in the game
Who'll win the Darwin awards
Who'll win the Darwin awards
There's a rumour about a precinct nine
The cops are out there every Sunday morning
It's getting better but it's far from fine
They're slowly gathering now to crash and storm in
Into the fire
A fate so grim
Down to the wire
And out on a limb
We roll the dice
We roll the dice again
When I got no one left to play with
My bones are old and aching
I'll still be lost in the game
Who'll win the Darwin awards
Who'll win the Darwin awards
When I got no one left to play with
My bones are old and aching
I'll still be lost in the game
Who'll win the Darwin awards
Who'll win the Darwin awards
Who'll win the Darwin awards
Who'll win the Darwin awards
Who'll win the Darwin awards
Who'll win the Darwin awards