Lyrics:

So drink up
Distrust the honest
Singe it after me
From trouble treats outs
Word of gentleman
Was I not good enough?
A ten years still declined
... mothers brother
Or hell say Im a brother.
Distrust the honest
They say that to be blind
He is eccentric
Simple fucking eccentric
He is mistaking luck
Curses over bad
Control with another...
... hoes and brothers
Distrust the honest
Self ... insanity
Some say that tend to live ordeal
Self-confessed afraid.

Rise up, good luck!
Rise up, good luck!
Rise up, good luck!
Rise up, good luck!