Acid Drinkers - The Trick Lyrics
I turn around as I'm walkingI see that he's not thereI look again like I'm stalkingthis time I see him thereI fix my eyes on my stalkerthere's somethin' I don't getthe scene I see is not properit's not one Bosch would setI hide around the first cornerhis face shows no expressionhe follows me like a mournerfollows a processionI fix my eyes on my stalkerthere's somethin' I don't getthe scene I see is not properit's not one Bosch would setA party of a descent peopleI'm with my god's decreean orgy of sober cripplesthis shit is not for meI fix my eyes on my stalkerthere's somethin' I don't getthe scene I see is not properit's not one Bosch would setThe details won't be disclosedthey look rather faintthe movement, the gestures, the poseBruegel would never paint... yeah...A chance for a spicy eveningarises like the sunwhat if he caused booze to springand finishes this dry runI fix my eyes on my stalkerthere's somethin' I don't getthe scene I see is not properit's not one Bosch would set