turned on no light There was nothing to look at The big and black one arrived And he bit my very heart I was not surprised by that I did not fall any
model's tits Feed me with sight I will explode like a tnt Fill me up with your fuel I'm going to whirr like a diesel Mix me with your big-sick drink I
please blast? Could you, please, kick the bucket And keep out of my business Sacriface yourself for the masses This brave deed to fame will rocket Could you drink
I come back like a boomerang Like a bad penny in your purse Bart and I will unleash hell You will spice it with your sauce Place and money is correct It is
There were Jennifer and Ben But, in fact, they were ten The ten I have never seen Though thousands there have been Yes, and them I did adore As their
A jailer gave birth to me My mother was too frightened Jack the ripped (a stroke of luck) Stood godfather to me And I lived with gorillas My foul language
next year will never come... ... And she shot him in the face She was really sensitive She could not put up whit it When away swinging her hips I had not
to the line! I bend the ball, ball to the line Oh, yeah, the ball to the line I bend it like enchanted I bend it 'cave I'm haunted If you have not got
I sit the magazine together with other bullets And do you really think. My fate is fucked up? I stifle in the dark chamber. I'm cramped like in an asshole
to me ear at night And the spiders in your eyes Crawl on my face when I sleep When you say to me... Your shadow is stuck to mine Your breath blows to
