Текст песни Machete Bob - Wavves

Waste of breath
Standing naked in the mirror
Take what's left
Another drink and you'll see clearer
A rat with claws
Wrapped in flaws
Son of God
Soaked in blood
Just for fun
Where we bathe—
Bits of porcelain
Lump of sugar
Go away
Machete Bob thinks he's the butcher
A rat with claws
Wrapped in flaws
Son of God
Soaked in blood
Just for fun
Only for breeding
She sits there, she's seething
An issue with joy
But just for the evening
A rat with claws
Wrapped in flaws
Son of God
Soaked in blood
Just for fun
Only for breeding
She sits there, she's seething
An issue with joy
But just for the evening