Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent It all made sense
A bomb for a body A hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent It all made sense
All your stories are about your death The lemmings on the way to the cliff The brain-dead boys
Calling you a hooligan, a Border Reiver git The boxer with a box of old shit The big white noise
It's all about the money now You put the hard drive in the microwave You antelope You are a sack of wine
Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent It all made sense
Just blame it on the empire Blame it on the empire Blame it on the empire Blame it on the empire I don't know
It's all about the Benjamins It's all about the wilderness for me Tomorrow is a wonderful idea
It's the end of the contender The end of the contender It's the end of the contender The end of the contender
Feeding time Animatronic eyes Are watching with delight
A churning mind Gimme that rabid smile, those Creddahornis eyes
Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent It all made sense
A bomb for a body A hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent It all made sense
The end of the contender It's the end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contenderTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
