I remember sixty eight
though I was a sperm
I had so
give 'em something to say
and give them something to think
all
I don’t need respect from you
Don’t think I deserve it
when ich die Farbe deiner Augen sehe
und alle Schlange wie
We had no trouble with the face of any plot
when
i'm gonna beat the sweetness in youi'm gonna wipe you
what is that sound? sounds like funtell me why, why
a soul with no body, a shine with no boota
Cold rod
You're a little god
Fine plot
but a little odd
scapegoat
with no
one of those nights i was waiting for the hornone
i'm crawling falling waters and rolling up my sleevescome kiss
your loving concerns me ccc concerns me
loving conc you know
love’s a burning thing
makes an old man sing
burns you from
Your heart stops my melting gun the parking lot the
flash gordon on a lightstick with the guns hanging lowflash