Raunchola
(23.01.1988 - Tacoma)

If it's a hard, cold beat
You can go dance every night
You wont care it's true (You won't get it shown?)
It won't be missing the spice
You won't know that it hit ya
Until the sound comes through
Nothing will make you win
Even the law won't fight

Hey

Looking to make your winning
It only makes you look nice
I got a sound that's nice
Watching the days go by
We can't go to Gaylord's house (You can't go to the day lord's house?)
You know we have no time (We don't have no doubt?)
We order too many cocktails
That is the way of the world