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Assassin. Assassins.
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Trophy Scars
жанры: post-hardcore
альбомы: Alphabet. Alphabets.
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Limb separation bone isolation. Nothing to do but to decapitate these words Oh yeah Abrasive allergic inhaling detergent Eating the last of the words that were urgent oh yeahThis little girly wants to get to the action Rob another bank and win a reaction Didn't know she owned a gun Didn't know she'd shoot that gunCom on baby grab that cash and get in the car hit the gas the cops will catch up crazy fast Come on baby driveI cant believe you shot that guy You better hope he doesn't die This time there ain't no alibi faster baby drive God! NO! what have we done? Bonnie and Clyde on the run, on the runThis time your Tricky-tricky-tricky tricks Are more than just scaring me They're making me sick Babies in blenders and insect intestines Nothing to eat but stained glass in heaven, man Oh yeah Nodding my head to the dancing dead You'd be so surprised what the skeleton said, man He said "...oh yeah"Who'd ever think we would be 21? Our faces will change but these places stay fun Bonnie looked so beautiful biting at her cuticles I'd never thought we'd get his far.I never thought you'd stop this car Shoot a guy and break my heart Oh baby You get me highDancing in the rain that night Puddles dripping from your eyes The greatest day of our lives Maybe we should have diedOh man look what we've done We've suited our hearts From the words off our tonguesThis time your itty bitty-bitty bones Will lock up inside you and not let you go Huh?Bonnie sails over the ocean My bonnie sails over the sea Wont you please bring back please bring back My bonnie to meNow I know what this girls all about She'll hold you! Fuck you! Stick a gun in your mouth!Call me romantic Or call me naive I spilled my own blood to save her heart From the streets that she'll leaveYou know what those damn cops will do if they find you They'll cuff you Or shoot you Don't let them find youYou know what would happen When you let this all happen You're dead Or you're happyI hope that you're happy, babyShe was my bonnie my one and only my wifey my homey Molded controlled me slowly showed me Its only dough You hold me boldly coldly like a .9 Use me cock me back and blow my mind You're the thought behind my rhyme designFor quite some time This life of crime has showed no sign of ending Almost spouses running into house Blouses doused in bloodShouting "get down n empty the clout out of your trousers" Bonnie n Clyde, ride with my baby by my side Those baby blue eyes hypnotize Visualize when you strip the gun clip slip on your thigh Never slipping she's grippingSmith n Wesson dressed in fishnets stretching from toe to heaven Bonnie blessing bank with bullet flanks that blow whole ranks to waste Lower than worthy women wibble wobble when wielding weight Disintegrate when placed in these crazy ape statesThese situations got me craving the rush So much I want to reach out and touch Clutch your bullets load your nuts Finger fuck the rust off your trigger Hear you hush Chamber thrust then you bust
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