quinta-feira, 10 de março de 2011

#31

Drag him out your window, dragging out your dead
Singing I miss you
Snakes and ladders flip the lid
Out pops the cracker, smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck, kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps, takes all your credit cards
Get up get the gunge
Get the eggs, get the flan in the face
The flan in the face, the flan in the face
Dance you fucker dance you fucker
Don't you dare, don't you dare
Don't you flan in the face
Take it with the love is given, take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the taxman
Let me back let me back, I promise to be good
Don't look in the mirror
At the face you don't recognize
Help me call the doctor, put me inside

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children
If I don't pay the ransom
But I'll never see them again
If I squeal to the cops

Walking like giant cranes ah
With my x ray eyes i strip you naked
In a tight little world and why are you on the list?
Stepford wives who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses, cold wives and sunday papers.
City boys in first class, don't know we're born little
Someone else is gonna come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone else always does always pick it up
Get over get up get over
Turn the tape off.
I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children
If I don't pay the ransom
But I'll never see them again
If I squeal to the cops
So I'm just gonna'

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