We'll cut out your throats And remove your brains To us this is so much fun We don't mean to boast No, don't think we're insane We are just demented surgeons We emptied your skull And polished it clean It proudly sits on our shelf Your carcass it lays there bleeding The phones, they won't stop ringing Just wait! The doctor will see you He has something special for youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
