Paroles de Submissive Wetter

The rice is cold the kettle's overflowing It's lonely at the bus stop Curtain call a hairlip on the end Funeral parade rainy morning Put to rest another wasted week I don't care bout soaking up the cider All my brothers have stabbed me in the back Stinking up old man Peterson Lubrication caused another rash Little Richie found a place to hide (Keep 'em running) Scream children scream The rice is cold the kettle's overflowing The warm skin dawns a sunny morning A thousand eyes staring back at me The sweet sounds of neighbors moaning Skinned knees on blood stained sheets Lather up the world's crumbling Tick tock baby you don't stop Torn denim on a rusty swing set Another stillborn on Oak Street bench