Old Spice Crypt-O-Knight: “I, The Old Spice Crypt-O-Knight, Sense The Inner Need To Tear Some Redneck-Nazi-Hillbilly-Beavercult-Scumbag-Asses Apart. Uhhh Yeeeaahhh!”
His Truck Rolls On At The Horizon. The Boy Is Back In Town. See Him Comin', It's Best To Move Away. Do You Hear What I Say? Nothing Can Stop Him, No Sawn Off Leg, No Fatal Stroke No Heart Attack. Best Beware Of This Stumblin' Man And The Angle Grinder In His Hand.
Oppression And Injustice Make Him Twitch At The Stitch Tied To Hold Freedom Down For Mankind. From The Dirt Of A Wooden Crate He Arose Within Minutes To Oppose All Evil Rotting Foes.
Red Wine Pumpin' Through His Veins. Pills Keep Together All His Seams. Crushing On Land And Over Seas. Shooting Lightblue Eyezabeams.
The Incarnation Of Liberation.
His Faith In Peace Can Never Be Distressed. High Fidelity Protected By An Armour Made Of...
Old Spice, Old Spice Scented Epoxy
And His Moustache Fuels Every Deathwish. Steelbeams Clash His Head, Leave An Itch. Without A Sight, He Still Rides. On The Highway To The Dangerzone.
Oppression And Injustice Make Him Twitch At The Stitch Tied To Hold Freedom Down For Mankind. From The Dirt Of A Wooden Crate He Arose Within Minutes To Oppose All Evil Rotting Foes.
Old Spice, Old Spice Scented Epoxy.
Off He Rides.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
