I was once a roadhouse I lived in a trap but I never saw the way Karla is my bitch I was not yet three years dead God brought me back to life and now listen little child to me and my wife
Did you ever see a Misha Kiss a Misha, beat up Misha Misha's Misha, tasted like Misha Misha, Misha, Cas
Half a Misha, twice a Misha Not a Misha, Mischa, Misha Misha in a car, Amy, a Misha, Misha, Cas
Is it this how it's told now Is it all so dead Is it made by Samuel Colt Julie, Jeffery, Fred Now my song is getting thin I've run out of salt Time for me to eat some souls and become a God.