Give me three days of rest and I will loose my mind
Gotta be with the guys tonight, leave the problems behind
We went downtown to a pub that I’ve never been
They said: Try this new drink, with the bottle black and green
But beware, you’ll forget this day, tomorrow you’ll see
The hunting spirit will take part, cold as it can be
So the barman dropped in a glass of energy
Try now, give a chance to this drink of Germany
No British gim, no cuban rum, no dutch beer
This strange liquor got a label of a green deer
This name is in german and I just cannot spell
Just drop another bomb we’ll drink it to the hell
Oh, the Black Bomb
You make a bad boy outta me
Again and again, drop one
Drop two, drop three
Waking up the next day is a difficult task
Don’t know the place, nor how arrived, that’s a fact
The last memory is the cold taste of life
After all it’s all black, like the absence of light
But the hunter is alive and so is the thirst
Between bitters and spirits I prefer this last burst
Here we go again for another night
Dropping Black Bombs ‘till we loose the sight
No British gim, no cuban rum, no dutch beer
This strange liquor got a label of a green deer
This name is in german and I just cannot spell
Just drop another bomb we’ll drink it to the hell
Oh, the Black Bomb
You make a bad boy outta me
Again and again, drop one
Drop two, drop three
No British gim, no cuban rum, no dutch beer
This strange liquor got a label of a green deer
This name is in german and I just cannot spell
Just drop another bomb we’ll drink it to the hell
Oh, the Black Bomb
You make a bad boy outta me
Again and again, drop one
Drop two, drop
