Текст, перевод и аккорды “Fin”
- Open call for prison architects Send me your blueprints asap Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe Man is breedin forever, because of the weather I hope soon to leave from The east No more absolutes, no more absolutes Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, leigh Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized Theyre good enough for conrad hilton, not good enough for my eyes I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself Man is breedin forever, breedin forever, they come out and blister the Sea, oh yeah
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