Shooting at Unarmed Men все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- Girls Music
If you're gonna bite down don't bite so hard,
Did you know your vagrant smells like tin?
When my back is turned, when I've had one too many,
When your word means absolutely nothing.
And her grandad came and granted shit,
How can you sit, I hope you don't sleep,
I hope you like listening to music made for girls.
- Pat Yourself On The Proverbial
In the summer she blisters and her skin peels in the break up of break dance we still waltz it's covered in cling film but it still makes time you've never been more than sitting on the shelf if you were anybody else you might get blamed but you saved your skin by pulling your hair if you don't care you let me down