Hi Scars, in you, son You shrug it off Except that you don’t
Better, it surely It don’t fall out Said, I live low I lisp, I die Sugar shooting Bled with deadbeats Only crawl So your sad eyes Quite christian Blood
Drop it, it’s dead We drop it And took the body home Sad eyes
Scars, I’m chopping dagger See you’ll never walk Only stagger. Sad eyes Quite christian Blood