down to the last skin and the limelight splutters, to darkness in the death of a zippo (tm). At the backstage door the last fan has long disappeared with a
Tercüme: Balık. Camdan Yansıyan solucan.
floating down from Hannibal With a bottle and a worm and a cane pole We were fishing for secrets where the catfish crawl And the Mississippi River
track sewn Like a Coogi suit Hula Hoop Hop thru it Just like a poodle do Medulla Oblongata is a noodle Just another term Im the early bird & the trees Your another worm
end without a bungee [Wooo!] 'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight Street are way too funky [true!] Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a
landscapes what did you expect? Now-a-days even the babies got guns Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun Misplace the bottle might catch a bad one Have a
back (Yeah, mama-beetcha, it's like 'dat!) Smash you like a bottle of brew, 'cause you's a trick Fuck that shit, matter of fact, eat a dick Psychopathic
terrible terrain and we're all inside a decomposing train and your eyes will die like fish and the shore of your face will turn to bone hang me in a bottle like a
You can hang me in a bottle like a cat Let the crows pick me clean But for my hat Where the wailing of a baby Meets the footsteps of the dead We're all
(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) You can hang me in a bottle like a cat Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat Where the wailing of a baby Meets the
in the [? ] You now I'm on a roll Like the man of the [? ] The Go is my home but My man is from Michigan And when I'm fishing for A line of a brain [? ]
did you expect-pect? Now a-days, even the babies got guns Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one Have a mid
your back (Yeah, mama-beetcha, it's like 'dat!) Smash you like a bottle of brew, 'cause you's a trick Fuck that shit, matter of fact, eat a dick Psychopathic
