paroles de chanson Mystery Meat - Bloody Beetroots Remix - All Leather

Just got out of normal jail
Now I don′t do coke because
I cant stand to
Look at my-
Self in the mirror.
My dad lent my fine ass out
Now I gotta
Shit right through
My ribs on the kitchen floor.
Is your man my old
Man?
My old man,
He kept a
Loose asshole,
And hated my guts.
He
Kept his
Pecker up,
Lied with pigs and
Burned the barn down.
My old man,
He kept a
Loose asshole,
And hated my guts.
He
Kept his
Pecker up,
Lied with pigs and
Burned the barn down.
I saw
Loose leather
Lose its big britches,
And the brown smell still
Liked to
Linger.
So go ahead and
Make out with yourself
And hope the stench
Here
Will disappear.
I knocked my
Dick in the
Dirt, where the
Bodies
Get buried.
Next to the
Place I live.
Right where the
Post that gets
Licked.
Make out with yourself
And hope the stench
Here
Will disappear.
I knocked my
Dick in the
Dirt, where the
Bodies
Get buried.
Next to the
Place I live.
Right where the
Post that gets
Licked.
But They say I'm different, the anti depressant.