I'll just slit your neck You say you remember baby you forget Hey hey, this much is true I never trusted you Hey, hey, this much is true Now I burn black
in her hair. And blood and feathers; they are everywhere. You want a treat? They'll be deep. Dead mound, drunken sleep; I got this porno that you burn
s got vultures in his hair And black feathers they are everywhere You want a treat They'll be deep Dead mound drunken sleep I got this porno that you burn
Vertaling: Gat. Burn Zwart.
just a town that you never knew Love is the new denim or black Skeleton guns are wedding bells in the attic Get ginger ready, climb in Camino front Won't poke holes
sky Are all the good times getting gone? They come and go and go and come and go I've got a lot of friends who are stars But some are just black holes
like a eighteen, do what I wanna do Goin' on my eighth ring, got Phil Jackson's and Flow is black magic, I'm at it again Rose Bowl with black karats
shit like King Kong see as a child I was born with an old soul see I would breath heavy, flame would shoot out of my nose hole (haaa, haaa) so much shit
me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Which way will it go go?
make up She casually allure, text message break up, the casualty of tour How she gon' wake up and not love me no more I thought I was the ass hole,
waving, cheering and waving Twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis It got edited fucked up Strangled, beaten up Used as a photo in Time Magazine Buried in a burning black hole
