Перевод: Пятно. Песня № 2.
all my pain - completely opened all my Four Doors Of Doom and I found myself going to the mirror for counsel less and less. Because of this my songs
his spunk Because I have the right to riff, and in spite Of a few protests, progress and I might smite you Once you come, your fronts, they got no future Blunts blur
blurred my cryptic printstyles dials to songs no one?s heard if we keep this up, things will never get better when we disagree we fight in capital letters I have to type eleven numbers
gas in the motor-home and know the roads I studied with the finest combs stuck under my thumb As opposed to the loaded nose who pray Armageddon is numb
in the motor-home and know the roads I studied with the finest combs stuck under my thumb As opposed to the loaded nose who pray Armageddon is numb And
