Wristbands, chokers Wallets and chains G-strings and boxers And more and more And more and more and more And more and more
What’s that smell?
Your burning ambitions Drive you insane Smells like perdition Who is to blame?
Mishaps, losses Broken tires and promises Wicked wild rides Across the frigid homeland Waking up hungover I think my head will crack Cutting fat white lines Gotta be back on track
For desperate crusaders Metal is a church We’re not some travelling traders Foisting fucking merch ...or are we?
Still of all the addictions Addiction to fame Burns like perdition Who is to blame?
Such a waste of fabric, such a waste of time Such a piece of plastic you are, a waste of a rhyme… Slime!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
