Tytuł: Memphis
- Wykonawca: White Zombie
- Wy¶wietleń: 223
Get your head down bite the dust interiors rolling on
another brotherhood of the gun clean up this town back to
the wall pecos, texas flanked by the law got a rocket skull
mantle piece boy, kiss the holy ground but will success
spoil rock hunter? in an o rnamental maggot cave let her go
let her go let her go. Now Pat Garrett fired that
proverbiable shot in the dark, but it was not aimed a Billy
the Kid, it was not aimed at St. John it was meant for the
secret consealed in a poker-face rustler (yea) poker -face.
glass eyes blood a sucker's need "it's public
health", groans Mr. Seed not a lunchtime Rat in my car
crunching that Atlas wheel yea, expensive like my wife
expensive like my boring life some straight ass bitch cries
"hey!" "this is what you need" but an
omni fool sings a dog song but it only takes an instant
sandpaper tongues scratching creation creation creation
minutes before his exection he was proclaimed a hero,
minutes before he was another dancing corpse sporting some
homemade fine tattoos y ea! Homemade in a Memphis
