In came the being-born police To take the newly undeceased I was the softened gaze upon a child of God
And the sky was full of teeth It was a pain, that sweet release I was the little engine that could I was a courtroom bomb sniffing dog
And the blood collector collected blood And the cannibals all sang Tra-lala-lala-lala-la-lang
They found a weird calling card In a puddle of body parts Inside a bowl of angel hearts That the children were eating
I was a vampire hunter I was a pregnant mother I was a tear shed for the ones that died believing
And the blood collector collected blood And the cannibals all sang Tra-lala-lala-lala-la-lang
Thunder Dome [?], Broken home Everybody dies alone I wanna give a shout out to the innocent by standing
And at that corner of my eye Coming out from the teeth filled sky With eyes as red as a dog’s asshole when you see it shitting
I saw the children of God As they walked on slovenly by The USB ports in their arms were bleeding
And the blood collector collected blood And the cannibals all sang I think I can [x4] Tra-lala-lala-lala-la-langTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
