Letra de Rules For Mules

I've got to clean my mouth out with soap I've got to stop swearing I've got to clean my eyes out with dirt I've got to stop staring English was made to be rhymed Or made to be destroyed Organized organism Don't ruffle the feathers Don't touch a thing Call shotgun babe and we can bust out of this popsicle stand Everything good comes to an end The saddest and happiest day you will miss that eventually This white christmas is too much for me It's not what you look like It's who you look like If silence is a crime then everything is guilty Wish that I'd met her sooner Wish that I could consume her Mistress of luna Take care of yourself.