Cancer Of The Skull Testo
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Testo Cancer Of The Skull
I am full of heavy metal
I am a heavy metal man
I have work in the morning
I have two bags over each hand
I came up the stairs
I came to meet your cigarettes
You'd like to keep my salesman teeth wouldn't you baby?
I'm on a pirates crazy-eyed quest, mm
I am wired to the man
I take the train at dawn for him I threw the horrible secret out
I bring the front door into our house
I came up here free
I cam up here to sleep in your infamous kitchen
You're holding out your baby's shoes, I can't take 'em
I pray to a pirates maniac rеligion
Oh, cancer of the fingers
And thе hands of a beginner
These songs are meant for bad singers
I can't reach cancer of the 80s
I was beat with ukuleles
These songs are a hundred mouths
I can't feed
My face is on the daughters
I am one dollar in your hand
I'd write a hell of a letter and anyone who doesn't know any better would tell you I am that $0 man
Oh I painted over the perfect nose that touches something you learned in 2000 with it
I buckled up for the fatal crash Took a bullet through the bullet proof glass
I kissed the emptiest car on the road
Oh, cancer of the fingers
And the hands of a beginner
Those songs of legendary swingers
I can't keep cancer of the 80s
I've been getting spanked by everybody lately
All these songs are a hundred
I am a heavy metal man
I have work in the morning
I have two bags over each hand
I came up the stairs
I came to meet your cigarettes
You'd like to keep my salesman teeth wouldn't you baby?
I'm on a pirates crazy-eyed quest, mm
I am wired to the man
I take the train at dawn for him I threw the horrible secret out
I bring the front door into our house
I came up here free
I cam up here to sleep in your infamous kitchen
You're holding out your baby's shoes, I can't take 'em
I pray to a pirates maniac rеligion
Oh, cancer of the fingers
And thе hands of a beginner
These songs are meant for bad singers
I can't reach cancer of the 80s
I was beat with ukuleles
These songs are a hundred mouths
I can't feed
My face is on the daughters
I am one dollar in your hand
I'd write a hell of a letter and anyone who doesn't know any better would tell you I am that $0 man
Oh I painted over the perfect nose that touches something you learned in 2000 with it
I buckled up for the fatal crash Took a bullet through the bullet proof glass
I kissed the emptiest car on the road
Oh, cancer of the fingers
And the hands of a beginner
Those songs of legendary swingers
I can't keep cancer of the 80s
I've been getting spanked by everybody lately
All these songs are a hundred
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