Lack - Bombing The Moon | Текст песни

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• Bombing The Moon

Those bastards make me feel
like clubbing baby seals
and killing dying species.
Fuckers make me feel
like sinking crowded ships
and O boy; I could use a fist fight,
eye wound. Knife fight.

I’ll slide in my best suit
and pour some more grease on. O man; I know I look good.
Whatever they've got, I've got so much more.
La la la la la la.
Such violence: la la la la la la.
There is something beautiful pouring out of me, something wonderful happening to you. La la la la la la.
Such violence: la la la la la la.
How I love this violence

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