Testo di Glue

I don’t want to know what is wrong with you You got a cripple in your fate Don’t want to hear what is hurting you Be wise and you’ll mate One day you’ll see That her fat head will eat me You’re a dead horse riding But i’m out for you Fill my pistol pocket Melt her down to glue Melt her down to glue Sharp like a whip Blue boney eyes Sharp like a whip Kill kid surprise One day you’ll see That her fat head will eat me You’re a dead horse riding But i’m out for you Fill my pistol pocket Melt her down to glue Melt her down to glue