Из альбома: Feast of the Blood Monsters
Not once did I preach the very words you sought Of course this comes to you as a shock To be honest, I wouldn't crush your pretty toenails into a thousand pieces
If so, this would only be a mess I'd feel obligated to clean up, unlike every fulfilling phantom with a hard on that bleeds internally and externally as if it were that fat chick at that one party who consumed every drop fell down the stairs and then spewed out her vomit and/or AIDS
No, this is not art, this is the weekend baby Let's get crazy I feel like dancing
A few tears shed, a few knuckles bled Raised up to call out the bitch behind you with a nap sack and a brand new driver's license
It's like that old saying, eh boys? Bon appetite
№ | Топ 3 Dance Club Massacre |
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1 | Dance Club Massacre - You're What The French Call |
2 | Dance Club Massacre - Devon Butler's Dying Wishes |
3 | Dance Club Massacre - Meet Me In The Pub For A Shot Of Dignity |