Born from the rotten arabian dead
The dream is has
Everyday you're in my mind
I want you all the time
But
I am the master of violence
I'm bashing your forehead with
Isolated creep, I've gone fucking insane.Crock or gator, who gives
You lived your life as an angel.You never hut a
I enter the bar like I was kind.On the stereo
Deep in the bayou, backwoods brothel bait.When you need a
You have seven kids.But one of them is missing.You wonder
So refreshing.Taste of the sun.Looks like lemon.And it is for
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