Songtext von Flying Houses

Berserker and berserker and best get out-o-town best move on Best run the hell away from all this insanely dangerous commotion baby A tornado is no friend of mine, a tornado is no buddy Dancin' rage in a locomotion spillin' precious bodily lotion Checkin' out the flyin' houses shit directly in my trousers Cuttin' up a la king-size deathblows Blastin' folks straight through windows Dangerous, dangerouser, curiouser and curiouser I don't know what to do I don't know what to do Layin' in the broken pieces pickin' up a few diseases Given up hope of survival waitin' for old death's arrival Who will laugh last? Who will laugh last? Who will laugh last? Who will laugh last?