For sale sign on your favorite dumpster Hills so huge it's hard to tell I hope you don't get your nice hands dirty when you jump her The burning bushes that couldn't sell That couldn't sell That couldn't sell That you couldn't sell
Shelly got lucky, her warnings wouldn't sell Beginning by shining the light But your memorial Your memorial Your memorial Your memorial Just fell It just fell Your memorial just fell Your memorial just fell
Never got your genius stature Pretty stupid little feeble mind And you figured they would build you a statue And my titles smashed and gone it says On the crooked, crooked line Crooked line Crooked line Crooked line
Shelly got lucky, her warnings wouldn't sell Forgive me for stepping on you But your memorial Your memorial Your memorial Your memorial Just fell It just fell Your memorial just fell Your memorial just fell All the pieces that you couldn't sell Your memorial just fell All the bits you wouldn't tell Your memorial just fell But you can just go to hell Your memorial just fell Your memorial just fell Your memorial just fell Your memorial just fellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.