Tekster: Harloe. I Had The Money Shot, But She Went Broke.

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This ain't a threat
Your own sympathy's all you've got
Deep breath. Regret.
We are not sorry, we are not.

Nothing but Hell can save us now,
Nothing can save us now

DEEP... BREATHS...
Incarcerate the ones/that seem to have all the answers
They'll never see the sun/'till the find the cure for the cancer
RE........GRET.....

How dare you?
Baby, I'm a rock and roll nightmare.
How dare you?
Baby, I'm a rock and roll nightmare.
How dare you?
Baby, I'm a rock and roll nightmare.
How dare you?
Baby, I'm just rock and roll.