I love my mustard gas I love it so But there's things of mustard gas you ought to know She keeps some in the bedroom she keeps some by the phone A cloud hangs in the bathroom when she is all alone She sees the yellow-grey cloud It brings its sickness near She doesn't know quite what it is She's getting the heck outta here Seeps through her polyester burns in the third degree Her skin is turning black it's getting cold it's getting tough it's getting leathery.
I love my mustard gas It's so much fun And you'll love mustard gas by the time we're done. Mustard gas is pretty bad for you so keep some in the office and the playground too It buckles skin and it ruins sight It intrudes in my nostrils but it feels alright. If you've got blisters and their filled with goo and there's a blood-tinged fluid seeping outta your nose Feeling nauseous and your throat burns too Then it's mustard wreaking havoc over youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
