The Secret Source

Age is some strange thing Thinking about is really odd But who has the same drink Can feel the same as God Early in the morning Especially if you are drunk Some days you’ve been counting Looking for a puff of skunk People get tired, of corpse There‘s no problem for us We have a secret source How to kick your ass! Fingers are stoned, hell Irregular hailstorm of might Deaf like an empty shell Strong opinions and motorbike by my side When you get older Gold has same price You think you get slower But wait, there’s surprise! People get tired, of corpse There‘s no problem for us We have a secret source How to kick your ass!