met dead Andy I'm not sure how he got killed But nailed to a tree is a photograph, yeah I always tip my hat Oh, whispering weeds Oh, whispering weeds Oh, whispering weeds
And up at the top I met dead Andy I'm not sure how he got killed But nailed to a tree is a photograph yeah I always tip my hat Oh whispering weeds
balance and be easy I heard you fags wanna catch me off guard Put Tecks to my heart, the death of Escobar Under your breath, whispers in the dark I
black book full of names, names If I showed it to you, you'd think it's vicious, vicious Gotta whole clipboard full of game And a big black book we