In my death mask and my mismatched suit
I pilate-chop you across the stage
I met a musing gospel in the bathetic, made its way
To my red-hilt brain
The drinks had martyred lunch effectively, before I even rose to speak
Don't want to disanoint the campaign but, Jesus who lives on me
Rent free, oh
A man's life, God's trash
There's no law but the old law, baby
Pet it for, nothing dies
Except by except by a strong kamikaze
Year zero in the summertime
Year zero in the summertime
Pick me the sling, you little clopilet drying
Matte Mac boy, hairy guys
Oh I left you for the honey
Couldn't try to you if I lied
If I lied, oh
A man's life, God's trash
There's no law but the old law, baby
Pet it for, nothing dies
Except by except by a strong kamikaze
God said no, I said twice
Come on big man, won't you make me
Year zero in the summertime
Year zero in the summertime
Year zero in the summertime
Bad gambler
Slaycation
Hal Ashby
Fast fashion
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
