Mini Mansions - Crime Of The Season | Текст песни

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Gown down on a mister mold
Fried Eyed, who you think you are?
One’s man, one’s money
Gore tied to the centerfold

Show and tell me your omens (so many dogs)
Salmonella you’re golden (so many dogs)

So you better get it around
Vacant pageant, yo-yo gods
Caught in the moment
I pity on the underboss
To show me your name

Kerosene just for drinking (so many dogs)
Cut kaleidoscope blinking (so many dogs)

While you’re passing all my test tube dummies,
You knock around the guts on the front-page funnies

Croquet promenade