Tell your beads Don't ask me to swallow them like pills I'm not ill It's not my kind of medicine Not my kind of medicine
Carry you cross Untill you puke your soul up and Go to hell You and your friends, I'm not going there Ain't going anywhere
Tell your wish And find me dead And find me dead Under your christmass tree You hate to breathe the same air with me I spread disease
You hate to breathe the same air with me I spread diseaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
