Grand Champeen - Cottonmouth | Текст песни

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Rollin' down a mountain, slowin' down so fast that I could smell the brakes-- I got scared awake. Ah, shit!
Called you from the wrecker, the wrecker, the wrecker said 'what a waste. yeah, what a waste, son.'
Gotta stop. Can't stop slippin' on the blacktop, ivory faced. I got a cottonmouth taste for a year about it.
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout it. Thought a lot, thought I got heavenly graced. Yeah, but what a waste of good luck.
(Rad solo played by Channing)
Crankin' heavy metal I stepped on the pedal just a little too hard. I've got this question-mark scar to show for it.
Whatchya so afraid of? Afraid of? Afraid of? Well, there's nobody there. What's got me so scared is thinkin' who used to be.
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout it. Thought a lot, thought I got heavenly graced. I got a cottonmouth taste for a year about it.
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout it. Thought a lot, thought I got heavenly graced. Yeah but what a waste of good luck!
I got a cottonmouth taste for a year about it.

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