Livers Testo

Got a motor to run
You got a motor to run and ride
Well take a look at it kids
Take a look at your daddy's eyes
Well Goddamn this man
He is the savior of this empty life
Well there's a locket in my pocket
and it's keeping Satan on my side

I'm not the sound of the dawn When you're knocking on that deed
Oh and all the pretty livers, Bertha
Burden of the man inside her dreams
Oh what a scream

When you're coming to bed
You better buckle up your old disease
Well make it children, don't stop
There's a ceasing that will make me sneeze
This time it's the martyrs that eat at me
Well there's a locket in my pocket
And it's keeping me from being free

I'm not the ground of the sun
When you're walking on that heat
Oh and open up your eyes park ranger
I cannot afford the price to eat
Oh and yes I've found the sweetest mother
And the sweetest mother, she's found me
Oh she's found me Oh she's found me
Oh she's found me
Oh she's found me