Don't blueprint me you casket designers You're not dead like me you little lip-liners Some powdered nose and some stranger's skull-fucked head I want a little warm milk before bed Spilling guts across the floor I don't even lock the door anymore We're in the world and we're on our knees So we should all come together Yeah we should all come together I don't lock the door no more So we should all come together Yeah we should all come together with warm milkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
