The highways (The Slipstreams of half-sacks) Are jammed up from pillar to post
Night changes things: Everything is foul and filthy the reign The settlers are kicking off their shoes
Flex those comets, bury that asshole 'Cos noxious obnoxious is guilty as hell Take those smokestacks to your lawyers And smoke out the lot of them Drown them all outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
