Rob Kleiner and the Satanics все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

With hands around your neck, to force out confession.
Trying to shut you up, turns into obsession.
It's a 1800-nation, that's a hazardous occupation.
Calls to work, calls to home, calls for reasons I'm not sure.

Signals get busy and heads beeping dizzy, from that cellphone radiation. Come on.
My brain up radiation. You've reach 1800-don't use my number, don't use my number. Please lose my number.