Letra da Música: The Scottish Drinking Song - D.B.S.

it wasn't the temperature last nite
that made me so cold,
it wasn't the little ounce of fright
but anyone could have told,
I could have used another shirt,
I really hope this doesn't hurt,
it was the saddest thing of all,
you were growing old!
when you were a little kid
nothing mattered much,
but when you turned
13 things weren't as such,
life started to happen,
everything was new,
nothing you can do about it
nothing you can do.
when you turned 19 nothing left to
change, your stuck in life an idiot
and all you feel is pain.
all of a sudden a hell of a rumble,
lighting and thunder you didn't know
what you could do
and it declined from there.
you are nothing,
you don't care.