paroles de chanson Radio Apeshot - Brainiac

Slim came, guts out, blowing like a saxaphone
And chopped his boulevard turn again
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Jewel investors?
Catch the net down

Radio apeshot
A fool caught down
A? stone groovy, groovy
Nothing like a tin crown

Slim cocks his heat. god, it′s nothing but a cap gun
Wipe those blue-dick ghosts away
More protection
Goose that mod squad
His minds a bouquet
But his hands are stone gray

Right now

Can't see anything better
The courts? always get in the way
Find the communicate severed

Over and over again

Radio apeshot
A fool caught down
Pretend it′s stone groovy, groovy
Nothing like a tin crown.

You have radio apeshot
A fool caught down
Pretend it's stone groovy, groovy
Nothing like a tin crown