Livers کے بول

Got a motor to run You got a motor to run and ride Well take a look at it kids Take a look at your daddy's eyes Well Goddamn this man He is the savior of this empty life Well there's a locket in my pocket and it's keeping Satan on my side I'm not the sound of the dawn When you're knocking on that deed Oh and all the pretty livers, Bertha Burden of the man inside her dreams Oh what a scream When you're coming to bed You better buckle up your old disease Well make it children, don't stop There's a ceasing that will make me sneeze This time it's the martyrs that eat at me Well there's a locket in my pocket And it's keeping me from being free I'm not the ground of the sun When you're walking on that heat Oh and open up your eyes park ranger I cannot afford the price to eat Oh and yes I've found the sweetest mother And the sweetest mother, she's found me Oh she's found me Oh she's found me Oh she's found me Oh she's found me