Recovering slowly, a torso fell From a beat up truck by a rural motel The manager seen how the truck bed bounced While dust flew up with a rolling sound Voices appear from the staff outside In bulbous text in a western style His mannequin neck spun to turn his face The bars spills drunks out frame by frame Girls pushed girls side to side To hear a suction sound as limbs realign The crowd just seemed to multiply They hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard:
"Your retro career melted"
They couldn't have agreed with the mannequin less They didn't understand what the mannequin meant The sound of a barreled gun held to the back Some plastic clicks as the shell parts pass Flesh tone shards fly by wild They fill a plastic bag with the parts inside The bag got dumped, a town nearby They reassembled fast as his voice dropped hard:
"Your retro career melted"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
