Wild pigs hide in wilderness,
He will pity his transgress...
With five aces up his sleeve,
Fallen angel - son of sin.
With five aces up his sleeve,
Fallen angel - son of sin.
Drunken body, dancing feet.
Should I worry if you bleat?
Pour another, the last one!
You're amused, for me it's fun.
It's the little things he lacks:
Conscience and compassion acts.
Does he care about has-beens?
Fallen angel - son of sin.
Wild pigs hide in wilderness,
He will pity his transgress...
With five aces up his sleeve,
Fallen angel - son of sin.
Night's calm like in fairy tale,
Death is near, what a shame!
On the gates he knocks, reviled,
Fallen angel - orphan child.
Wild pigs hide in wilderness,
He will pity his transgress...
With five aces up his sleeve,
Fallen angel - son of sin.
With five aces up his sleeve,
Fallen angel - son of sin!