Give It All - The Brains

His black bottle in my right hand

No regrets

I want some chaos a filthy mess

No control

I -can- see-you've- fa-llen -for- me

Give --it all.

— give it all l you’ve got

We can go all night

Give-- it all.

— give it all l you’ve got

Nothing feels so right

This dark corner way in the back

No restraint

A hundred bottles, i gotta drink

Ten more rounds