My special secret medicine Safe in the cabinet Next to what I used to like What makes me good? It's sorcery, my own special kind No one else can understand No one else can understand
Yellow backpack, it's a special place I got things in all the pockets I brought my toothbrush But not my toothpaste I'll use my secret stuff instead
I burnt a bible It was obnoxious I'll keep to writing on my hands In the compost, that's where you'll bury me Please reuse my rotting flesh Please reuse my rotting fleshTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
