Are You? کے بول

Sit and make love to a cigarette His mama said she was a teacher's pet The thought of her, begging to make him sweat The thought of his breath climbing down her neck Kimmy was hangin' out with a gun Mama said he was the gifted son I wanted you to come I am your number one Smothering shit all over the wire No brother, no sister, ain't here for miles He kept all his secrets locked in a vial A son of a bitch, you're a paedophile You're my paedophile You're a paedophile You're a paedophile Are you? Are you sound? Are you? Are you sound? He's got a mouthful of dirt He's got an eyeful of spit He's got no time to kill His personality is shoveling shit I wasn't there Are you? Are you sound? Are you? Are you sound? Sound Sound