The dim, dripping cave Held intact by posters on the wall Outdated and fading away The mannequins fill this place like a shopping mall The dead body in the dumpster Gets up just to stretch its legs and freshen up for Another night of acting like some jaded fucking freak of nature That somehow gave birth to itself You're so unique, it fucking kills me
Wet wooden floor is like a shell of damp cardboard boxes Haphazardly tossed into the alleyway Squished underneath you The mannequins are walking in place As the playlist keeps repeating over and over again Twist the top of my head off like a bottle cap And fill it up with a fist full of balled up dollar bills I'd kill to be just like youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
