| Lyrics: | Soft words you can whisper to my charming asshole
soft treasons, blood gossips, abominable
stories
I will spit on your head, you'll know your neurosis
your lying eyes makes me
really fuckin' mad.
I'll repay my boy, be sure.
I was too little nervous, I
had peace of mind
I was too coloured inside, I thought that I'm strong
but my sense of
safety, my sense of immunity
burst like a meagre, faulty condom.
I'm gonna
make on order in, in your brain
you cannot be a dick, so bad to me, ok
yes, I will be
your medicine - man, oh, baby
I'm gonna make an order in, in your brain
I'll uproof
bad habits.
My feelings are transforming are breaking through the ass
of this
old red haired bitch - autumn...
Wallow in a gutter
shiteaters, supermeaters,
welcome to the club
greetings to your company and get off my sight
fuck you and your
nice lies
I'm gonna make on order in, in your brain
you cannot be a
dick, so bad to me, OK
yes, I will be your medicine - man, oh, baby
I'll
repay, my boy, be sure |
