PT-141 şarkı sözleri

Cubic, compact and clean, our hero heads home Requisite Rolex on wrist, a motive in mind. Dutifully droning his day, a pitiful price to pay He'll get just what he came here for, yeah he can afford to be free He's at peace with his fate, he'll never need to be afraid He's at peace with his fate, he'll never need to be afraid His money misting the maw, he's dumping the damned Pouring his possible progeny down the drain, he's damping the dame Happily holding her heaves down, oh she's satisfied She'll get just what she came here for, yeah she can afford to be free She's at peace with her fate, she'll never need to be afraid She's at peace with her fate, she'll never need to be afraid.