. Paint the words upon the wall. This is the pulse of fools like you. Who sound so red and turn so blue. The sound of uselessness in slumber. War is over if you want. See the dancer's semen reeling
much happier now that she has taken my place,. . Chorus. Come take my pulse to see how much I care,. You won’t get a rise out of me anywhere,. You blew our love like smoke into the air,. But I
Ah what up, y'all? Live, WFDS. At the * up Chicken Head Convention. Nationwide, Jones Beach, all the boroughs is representin' We got the big weaves, the big shoes, bad attitudes. It's on an
I'm crazy about aspic and roast quails. But the sight to make my pulse rate quicken. Is a dozen nice fat snails. On the other hand, there's Pegg on the bass. Whose tastes in food are very much wider
roots. There ain't no turning back. We pon de culture track Some a seh that we gone soft. Whatever happened to the pulse so hard. They use to take a militant stance. Now all we're hearing is a song
crazy about aspic and roast quails. But the sight to make my pulse rate quicken. Is a dozen nice fat snails. On the other hand, there's Pegg on the bass. Whose tastes in food are very much wider
