Pack up with what's worthy Lock it up in the car Don't be surprised if i drive too far Speak now and we're followed while the weakest react The nose on the siren is right on our tracks A pair of tripods eyes through streets of mercury Not as common as leisure days Not as modern as much too late I sailed through the catapults between april and may He quoted his price & that's what he'll pay He spread thick like a heathen The clouds buried the chalk While the sut on our throat Till our engine stops Pearls & oysters every each turn Grow the lilac near the grubworm Push the button closest to him Give me glue so i can stick to plan Push the button closest to him But instead Sail the desertTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
