So i moved out to the country So peacefull so comfy But the locals wanna hunt me When i walk with no company They could inbred me backwards Running out in the backwoods Seen too many late night thrillers When i look around all i see is killers They got me
Been watching my neighbour, he mumbles, he slavours i see strange behaviour he comes home he labours and every night he zig zags with three full black bin bags i wonder what holds them to the car boot he throws them
Got locked out, no keys uh had me in for a beer and a pizza seemed like he was a nice geezer body parts hidden in his freezer now im running in the cold forest theres a chorus of boris calling the florist bring flowers to my tomb in the mornestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
