Sun City Girls все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- Cooking With Satan
Buy low, sell high
A centipede between the eyes
Looking hungry at the flock
Spill the blood, improve the stock
White trash riverboat Tom Sawyer
He tried to sue my voodoo lawyer
I held him up bringin' home his bacon
- Dreamland
Dreamland, dreamland
Like underwater in marineland
I've got to know, I've got to know
How much of this is real
Schemeland, schemeland
Turning my jungles into lifeless sand
I've got to know, I've got to know
- Eyeball In A Quart Jar Of Snot
A couple nuts stuck on your leg
Got a little dribble on your chin
Nobody knows you all sweaty inside 'cept the tooth fairy
"And he's been dead over 3 thousand years"
It looked at your head and it got all hot
LIke an ol' eyeball in a quart jar of snot
My mama loved my grandad late one night
And when I was a little kid he used to give me a lot of sass