There’s something in the way you people smell; like you’ve got no soul at all. Fingers crawling with ringworm, your sneer’s a mating call to lure in others of your breed, spread that smug and slimy seed borrow quotes from the culture you’ve crowded like weeds.
Is your schedule sufficient tonight, you toad? Hop another bar until the rooster crows.
This song belongs to you and all your crew. This curse will sting the worse as it shall mark you.
All rise. Rise. All rise.
I’d rather spend an evening giving birth then see how your eyes are glued on everyone but the person you’re talking to. and trapped between babushkas on a plane is a fraction of how lame it is to watch you pump the poison through your veins.
Is your schedule sufficient tonight, you crow? Squawk another song until your heart explodes!
This song belongs to you and all your crew. This curse will sting the worse as it shall mark you.
You’d probably think this means i’d give up on you. The saddest part is this is why i come. To watch and pray that i’m mistaken and pray i’m not the only one.
Try not to care about this, i know that this is hopeless no one notices it. Not losing sleep over this you people are unredeemable, indescribable, all but evil.
[Anna Waronker]: You know very well what you are. Don’t let ‘em write you off you wear your scars. I’ve had a few but not that many but you’re the only one who gives me good and plenty.
This song belongs to you and all your crew. (but you're the only one) This curse shall stain the worst as it shall mark you. (but you're the only one)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
