Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Is this shit or is it blood ?

There's nothing left 
to do or say 
If I didn't love you 
I'd kill you 
Ready aim fire 
I have signed the executive order 
Can I come on your tits 
Your money or your life 
To be or not to be 
I don't love you 
One day my son 
all this stinking hell 
will be yours
Is this shit 
or is it blood 
Who am I 
What do you want 
Can you detruck me 
at kishinviilli 
Jesus help me win the pools 
There was a beginning 
And it had no end 
Welcome to paradise 
Woke up one morning 
Yeah (baby yeah)
Words are catastrophic 
The charge of the light brigade
Words lie bleeding 
In my jacket 
Like a dead man's message 
To his lover 
In the pocket 
Of his funeral suit 
Goodnight dear 
I don't love you 
I will see you 
On the metro 
When I'm flying
Through the tunnel 
On a bats wing 
I do lie 
Tra la la 
Nonny hey nonny 
Hey nonny nonny 
If I didn't love you 
I'd kill you 
Ready aim fire 
I have signed the executive order 
Can I come on your tits 
Your money or your life 
To be or not to be 
I don't love you 
Do or die.        


31/08/17















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