I was listening to this song on my way to a football scrimage last night. This song along with other 3 Inches of Blood songs get me pumped for the game. But this one has special meaning to me. When I think about the words, it reminds me of Friday nights playing football. The "fury" fills you while the game rages. Eventually "blackened bruises swell." Also, when you first arrive at the field, it can seem like "paradise", but then, it "erupts" and "bodies hit the ground." By the end of the game, "the enemy is vanquished", and we are "crowned victor" with a "W". I wish all Friday nights were "Crazy Nights", not just 10 a year.
You know those nights where you just cant stop drinking, raging on some coke and angel dust? You wake up naked in your trunk with a used condom still on your dick, lying next to a dead hooker.... ahh, it brings me back. Crazy nights.
You know those nights where you just cant stop drinking, raging on some coke and angel dust? You wake up naked in your trunk with a used condom still on your dick, lying next to a dead hooker.... ahh, it brings me back. Crazy nights.
I was listening to this song on my way to a football scrimage last night. This song along with other 3 Inches of Blood songs get me pumped for the game. But this one has special meaning to me. When I think about the words, it reminds me of Friday nights playing football. The "fury" fills you while the game rages. Eventually "blackened bruises swell." Also, when you first arrive at the field, it can seem like "paradise", but then, it "erupts" and "bodies hit the ground." By the end of the game, "the enemy is vanquished", and we are "crowned victor" with a "W". I wish all Friday nights were "Crazy Nights", not just 10 a year.
You know those nights where you just cant stop drinking, raging on some coke and angel dust? You wake up naked in your trunk with a used condom still on your dick, lying next to a dead hooker.... ahh, it brings me back. Crazy nights.
You know those nights where you just cant stop drinking, raging on some coke and angel dust? You wake up naked in your trunk with a used condom still on your dick, lying next to a dead hooker.... ahh, it brings me back. Crazy nights.