Do you take what's in the box, or what's behind door 213 Chocolate man's gone crazy, he's in the oxford up the street Gonna take the Green river boat ride With a Sea-Tac walking ho With a cast of killers, Black and Decker drillers Fucked up mental load Hides the hooded zodiac, hey baby what's your sign Got San Francisco shaking like the San Andreas line Chuckie's selling time share at the San Quentin country club Gien the mean lone furniture fiend Selling tickets to his house of blood The sweat beads up as the devil in you Winds your ticking time bomb And lights your vicious fuse Gone, gone daddy you're really gone On your bed of tales you somber on Gone, gone daddy You just a Body thief Gone, gone daddy you're really gone Does it get you high, does it turn you on Gone, gone daddy You just a Body thief Teddy scared my mother and the collegiate debutant Clicked the switch and watched him twitch, he fried the bastard raw Jeff got one foot in the closet, one hand in the cookie jar That ain't Palmolive you're soaking in It's the flesh remover sauceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
