Sascha Faber:
You had one job...
Sascha Faber:
Glory in beeing drunk
Sascha Faber:
Lonelines
Sascha Faber:
I'll have to ask you some questions and it will hurt a bit... lot
Sascha Faber:
Fits for 4 Blondes
Sascha Faber:
Get yourself death before morning
Sascha Faber:
Chairs are everywhere
Sascha Faber:
Plastic fantastic
Sascha Faber:
no escape from this hell
Sascha Faber:
The first soldier
Sascha Faber:
LSD
Sascha Faber:
Making meth isn't always that shiny
Sascha Faber:
Fist it!
Sascha Faber:
Rock on
Sascha Faber:
Cook the crack
Sascha Faber:
Full of opium
Sascha Faber:
Dead behind
Sascha Faber:
Crooked view
Sascha Faber:
Television