Run away from hell Please,excuse my smell Listen,now I'm dead Fuck my if I sad [CHORUS:] Why You have to give You've to forgive You have to live I
Had I had a fucking gun I would shoot your ass and run I'm already off n'gone I'm in immigration Find a reason to relax Don't you know about sex 'Dout
Cucumbers,milk,garlic,honey,tomatoes Cream,chocolate,vodka,melon,potatoes Eat it my friend,you'll enjoy future feelings Cork up your asshole and gaze
Now I just want to sing 'bout life With our dreams and feelings,truth and lies With our friends and pretty girls And you all just can hear how I growl
In my dreams I can fly far away From the fucking reality of life It's the fool of my own faith I belive in gun and knife I walk around the semetary Looking
Run away from hell Please, excuse my smell Listen, now I'm dead Fuck my if I sad Why You have to give You've to forgive You have to live I can fly around
Every women has This hole with shit inside And sometimes she wants To get it outside You can read between The lines and understand What the paper now
Lunacy Sign of death In your thoughts and dirty eyes Losing mind Bloody arms Your fucking tired veins are incised Deadly pain Atrophy Soon you will suffocate
Cucumbers, milk, garlic, honey, tomatoes Cream, chocolate, vodka, melon, potatoes Eat it my friend, you'll enjoy future feelings Cork up your asshole
Now I just want to sing 'bout life With our dreams and feelings, truth and lies With our friends and pretty girls And you all just can hear how I growl
I want it I need it I'm headed out for something to break I got it I'm feeling it I'm headed out on a monster skank My feet are moving faster than my
A lil' somthin' like dis Well, I got the blues And I got shoes But damn it's Infectious Well, I got the blues Got it to my shoes And damn it's Infectious
Hey hey hey somebody's always funk'n with your head No matter where you go you know you just can't stop people from funk'n with your head I was hanging
Therapy therapy Lost sight-I think I'm getting out of my range Colors flash-now things are starting to get strange Start it up-and you say you wanna get
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Insane-the mother funksters tear it up The beat-that makes you wanna stomp it up Rhythm-you just can't get enough of the Infectious Grooves Hardcore-and
I'm on ship in the sea of alcoholic drinks Enjoy the sunshine in my pleasent trip White sea-gulls flies above the waves Diving in abyss big ice-blue wales
I didn't see it-no I didn't hear it I was just trying to Remember all the things I'll never know Well I was walking along-and I'm trying to stay strong