Paroles de The Old Law

In my death mask and my mismatched soot I pilate chop yore cross the stage I met a musing gospel In the bath, a tic mid its way Into my read ilked brain The drinks had martyred lunch effectively Before I even rose to speak Don't wanna dis-anoint the campaign, but Jesus still lives on me Wren free Oh A man's life God's trash There's no law but the old law, baby Petitfour Nothing dies 'Cept by ass drawn kamikaze Year Zero in the summertime Year Zero in the summertime Pick me to sling your widdle clot bled dry In your Matty-Mac-Beau-Harry guise Oh, I left you for the honey Couldn't try to you if I lied Iffy lye Oh, a man's life God's trash There's no law but the old law, baby Petitfour Nothing dies 'Cept by ass drawn kamikaze God said: No I said: Twice C'mon, big man Won't you make me? Year Zero in the summertime Year Zero in the summertime Year Zero in the summertime Bagmember Slaycation Hal Ashby Fast fashion