The blizzard's moving in. Looks like you're wrong again. When cabin fever hits, it sends us into fits of innkeeper's disease and screaming in the trees. The blizzard never ends. The blizzard buries them.
The buzzard's crashing in. Looks like you're wrong again. Again, he's flying high. He's lighting up the sky. The buzzard does not fear the man in riot gear. Harvest the skull of stone. The buzzard grows his own.
The bastard's riding in. Looks like you're wrong again. Coy dogs and catamounts, whiskey in large amounts. Madmen and motorbikes, waterhits and waterpipes. When they're not passing out, they'll smash your face right in.
[Spoken:] Get the fuck off my car, creep. You heard me. I think you heard me. I think you heard me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
