Come to me Come unto me All ye that labor You that are heavy laden 'Cause everything hurts
And everything hurts
I've been pursuing the fuel too long Got a big fat pain in my chest bone Got an empty pocket book Got a big fat momma in my cheque-book And everything hurts And everything hurts I got the disease tinnitus I'm speakin' like I've got Tourrette's And everything hurts X3 I'm born X 2
I'm dressed like a road beacon On my way to Valhalla breakfast And everything hurts Can't you see the bitches by my side Followin' me through all my life And everything hurts I was born X 3 Come to me all ye that labor and are heavy laden My head dip dip dip dipping, man All my limbs are disconnected And everything hurts X3
I've been pursuing the fuel too long Got a big fat pain in my chest bone And everything hurts X2 Everything hurts (...) Man 'Cause everything hurts I got a big fat (slug) on my knee bone And the back of my (...), zipped up And everything hurts X2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
