Do you really know 'bout the primitives carved in black with toxics from the swarm Don't wanna go to the burial underneath the number of the scorn
Beggars on the run, will be eating their hands off in euphoria you'll bet just brace the gun until its causing the breeders to admonish all regret This bloody carnage is getting over leaving all planes 'cause its getting colder On to the wonderfull death 'cause if you thrive like that you must render the debt
So Please Baby Please, Won't You Please Take Me Home! I don't wanna wander off alone cause You're Kind Of Like Vanilla Ice, You're Kind Of Like Vanilla Ice Ice Baby. And My Mama Said That Ain't No GoodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
