Текст песни Fry

I need to be an abstract lover The taste of team, the taste of others Tattooed in blue, tattooed in color To keep my mind stuck in the gutter It's fine (it's fine) Gone in my mind These times (these times) They left me blind I'll find (I'll find) A place to hide And fry! There must be something in the water Their mild obsession with mass slaughter Billboard topping entertainers Baghdad, that is shitty flavor TV nation, channel changers Rob your family, kill your neighbors! It's fine (it's fine) Gone in my mind These times (these times) They left me blind I'll find (I'll find) A place to hide And fry!