PanoramicaTestoAscoltaVideo I got a song filled with s**t for the strong-willed When the world gives you a raw deal Sets you off 'til you scream, "Piss off! Screw you!" When it talks to you like you don't belong Or tells you you're in the wrong field When something's in your mitochondrial 'Cause it latched on to you, like— Knock knock, let the devil in Manevolent as I've ever been, head is spinnin' This medicine's screamin', "L-L-L-Let us in!" L-L-L-Like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin' Wicked, I get all high when I think I've smelled the scent Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants And blew up my-my-myself again
Scarica scansionando il codice QR per leggere gratuitamente innumerevoli storie e libri aggiornati quotidianamente


