(Electrohead...)
Electrohead! Electrohead!
Electrohead!
It's in my body
Don't tell me how to talk or how to live
Trick your crank to set the score
Can you take the
give head if you got it
(baseball, baseball, he thinks he's
Nothing ever happens in this dirty hick town
The bar is
"You know the truth."
"Where are you?"
"You could call it the
Stuck in a hole, enslaved by emptiness
Fists clenched tight, though
Iron boots, we're walking tall
With pride we'll walk all over
Without pain, life is not worth livin'.
(*random bird*... *moAN* It's
[the devil don't change, devil changes you]
I carve your name
Straight
How
Im...mortal
Are your friends?
I gotta bring it
I gotta hold it
I gotta force it
It's like whatever path we choose in this life this
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