Vibrating casino

Cash are over, We had lots of coin.
Parties are full of perverts, got gambling to join.
Beautiful blondes, give dash when we make a cash.
No wonder, no surprise, when we fight and smash.
Wealthy, worthy, would wish to dance on music of piano.
Oh come on, buddy, get your ticket to vibrating casino.

Hot beaches, no beloved we lastly went to Morocco.
Get glance, Show smart, Stop matching Soduko.
He Teddy, bro buddy, your deadlock seems really cool.
No dude, nothing nude, i promise you wont be fool.
Take tuxedo, be bond, not to worry about the killing tornado.
Get tickets, cool sic lets, Vegas incepted a brand new vibrating casino.

We just don't wanna be in Mauritius neither Rome.
Its time to visit Vegas, Are you coming or going home?
Oh, i slept last night, till this earth completed rotation
Red coins on hand, money all over with me making flotation.
Thy listen Marley, read Shakespeare, and watch Dany divido.
Come on, get up, let's be there, nowhere but in vibrating Casino.

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Days of Blues

Foggy days spreaded, with the frozen stream.
We lost the bread, and had no cream.
Empty store, dead plants neither was day clear.
Life at nightmare, nothing at all left to share.
Deer fled of fear, no fauna neither any creature near.
Pot full of tears, Mere chance of life here.
No help, do it ownself, no way out and clues.
Lost nowhere here, but in days of blues.

Lights off, frozen everywhere, we had no fire.
No life, traveled miles still no sign of tire.
Howling jackels, fearless hyena, its hard to run.
Summer time, beautiful shore, we had great fun.
Flying birds, wild woods, we saw witch huts.
We were tired, its surest we had no guts.
No help, do ownself, no way out and clues.
Lost nowhere here, but in days of blues

Later it was a day, that night we slept in hay.
No sunrise, no one else to advice, how to save our life.

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Windmill at Sitka

Leaving the city, heading way to hill.
We lost the fuel, then saw a windmill.
Hilly, Filthy, Stony, it was hard way Bill.
The way was dark, there were mark, it may kill.
It was harder, more suffocating, neither chill.
It was raining by we reach there until.
We been to glasberg, nibble and even Jamaica.
I say, we saw, strange windmill right there at sitka.

Trees tall, huge waterfall, old hall and then i saw rest of all.
It's alright, i am fine, just wondering to make a call.
Wind miller, as a killer, has his own abattoir.
We were trapped, he madly laughed, then we heard a choir.
He fainted, we escaped and ran out, they sent us kite.
We were alive, we loved those tribe, who saved our life.
We been to Jerusalem, Kathmandu and also mecca.
Its was risky, thriller and neck breaking at windmill of Sitka.

I say it was enchanting and hunting at windmill.
Don't you ever please stop there with will.

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