Album by Moist
Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By Moist, It never happened, never will It's not a memory There's no way
By Moist, I'm walking this railings edgeJust to feel this goodAnd freaky
By Moist, Quarter slot, the pictures hot You can be so damn ugly Flickering
By Moist, I want I want I wanted to...You came to grind
By Moist, Who better than me Fall into be seen Draw fire and then Pray
By Moist, You came to rape me of my intellect I gave you
By Moist, Close your eyes, your Christ has come The crippled boy that
By Moist, I came screaming down the highway Looking for a place to