Heavy Heavy Low Low - Tell Shannon Her Crafts Are Ready | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Heavy Heavy Low Low
• Tell Shannon Her Crafts Are Ready

You would make the prettiest of brides
(Oh baby, I got you workin"
Got you workin" from the nine to five)

You would make the prettiest rape victim
(Oh baby, I got you workin"
Got you workin" from the nine to five)

God damn, I hope I overdose
Your mouth is open and better suits a bottle opener
Than to talk my pathetic fucking ears off

I"d jab an ice pick in my eardrums
If I could someday regain my hearing
I envision (more, more, more)
Snapping your neck (more, more, more)
Tilt back your head and fucking take it

Milligram count: You’ve gone to far
Diagnosis: Finally gone