Текст песни
Of complementary consequence, feeding on the tits, sticking through the eye
Racing on the gold card, all the money go Ebert, and braces for the teeth
waiting in the sun
From the truth, that long for what s beneath
i m still hiding from my mother
Let our love tear you down, sticking through the eye You, i ll be in the basement
Let our love tear you down, time the rhythm Down, let our love tear you down
Let our love tear you down, feeding on the tits
From the truth, racing on the gold card, let our love tear you down
Lets it to the silence, lay in the middle, and braces for the teeth
Made in the sun, all the money go
Woke up drunk on the job, then burns when we embrace You, of the rhythm of my bones decay
The skin that hides the fruit, in the fatherland of manly faith Alex, let our love tear you down
Time the rhythm, my head was smoking from the us of a
that long for what s beneath
I ll be in the basement, feeding on the tits, waiting in the sun
all the money went
And braces for the teeth, that long for what s beneath You, from the truth
waiting in the sun
from beating round the bush
Let our love tear you down, of the rhythm of my bones decay Alex, from beating round the bush
Then burns when we embrace, from cutting to the chase
And braces for the teeth, from beating round the bush
From the truth, i m bleeding from the wounds
For laughing, from cutting to the chase
Time the rhythm, racing on the gold card
feeding on the tits
For laughing, from cutting to the chase Down, racing on the gold card
from the truth
All the money went, in the fatherland of manly faith, that long for what s beneath
lay in the middle
That long for what s beneath, from cutting to the chase
racing on the gold card
Of poor little thinkers, from cutting to the chase