Cram a cork in it now Or sew this death trap shut Before I choke on my two feet I'm too full to eat them It dilutes my critical judgment False accusations
to palm, I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm Get scared little pissants, and see if I don't come along and stop your farm Thunder and lightning
balls to palm, I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm Get scared little pissants, and see if I don't come along and stop your farm Thunder and lightning
Last Saturday morning I shut off the alarm Drove out in the valley to old Dan Cook's farm A sign on the fence post put up with one nail read 10 a.m. sharp
Hart (recitative whisper)] Oooh I'm a star. And the audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving
lap I see it, scribbled across the lines I read it I'm the fucking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus Comprehend the language, you scared of war? I
Oversættelse: Farm. Shut Up And Læs.
I see it, scribbled across the lines I read it I'm the fucking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus Comprehend the language, you scared of war? I
