Die Shanta
(Indisponível)
Science's burning
Melted hot house
& ain't got you there
Nodded drops, informer says
A guess in well, hey
Thin lights burn, belly's there
& ain't got you there
Stars calling
Barefoot souldiers
Come me way
In a side room hotel
I'm walking sick, walking air
& ain't got you there
Fancy cars belly's there
I say it once again
See you're one more i hate to share
And this room smells like death.
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