Watch out of Hungary's biowaste Maybe it’s hiding a human brain Oh a boy - might have said something wrong I wonder how hard it had to be To chop up your boy as drunk as she Just a bin – responsable for all her sins
When the curtain rise , we all clap our hands Fot the blood, for the hate , for disease With no edge of wrong We just moving on and on
Dead and Breakfast Just for you !
Ready for our delicious stew ? Our special chef could make one for you No big deal – he just needs a knife to peel I wonder how hard had to be this job To cram your girl in this little pot What a grime for such a sick delicate timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
