Started out as a poem and want to add more onto it. So going to post on here and add to it slowly :o
Ice cold on my lips, burning in my soul.
Creating what I can't stop.
You are Russian Vodka on my lips.
Shot me down, with those bombshell eyes.
Crash and burn, is what you muttered as I died.
Raging fever as I burned, Crashing as I turned.
Pour it all down my throat, cure this with your antidote.
Cure this passion with a shot, one of Russian Vodka,
the one with all that you've got.
Nuture me like an alcoholic, revive my addiction shot by shot.
It has penetrated my heart and destroyed my soul.
Created a monster addicted to what I don't know.
It is this Russian Vodka, being poured down my throat.
I am about to crash and burn, so just pour me one more shot.
Well there is that and there is this.
Russian Vodka
Russian Vodka, Give me a Drink
Pour it down my throat
Get me drunk on those
Russian Molotov Shots
You told me to crash and burn,
You hoped I'd hit the ground
As you shot me down with those
Bombshell eyes, I went up
and then fell down
That taste on my lips
as you shot me down
it burned my throat
and made me crash.
I lay here on the ground
waiting to be found
Pull out the glass
and screw off the cap
give me a shot of
that Russian Vodka
Where is the nurse?
He needs an antidote
Where is the doctor?
He needs a shot.
It's 15 Till And She Has The Other 45 In Her Mouth.
