Текст песни Black Tar - Pretty Sick

He keeps me up at night
Even when I sleep, I dream of you

Covered in a thick, black layer of tar
I can't breathe, but I feel so warm and smooth

I'll always be whatever you want
Made specially for your consumption
Wha-a-a-ah, whatever you want

He keeps me in a jar
Even when you're close, you feel so far

Covered in a thick, black layer of tar
I can't breathe, but I feel so warm and smooth

I'll always be whatever you want
Made specially for your consumption
Wha-a-a-ah, whatever you want

Strip, black, tar, feather
Strip, black, tar, feather
Strip