I donīt mean to make obscene
But even the mob, know what the hell i mean
The knot is tight, on my blindfold
I got my flesh full of blood, i hate rock n roll
Some think too much, then come too soon
I just curse the sun, so i can howl at the moon
Donīt wanna love you no more
Donīt wanna love you less
I wanna be crushed by your sweet caress
Whatīs the fuckinī difference, we all gonna die
You gonna do something killer?
Cīmon give it a try
Got no good plans but a good idea
Letīs put this town in my rearview mirror
Yeah, i got enemies, but they donīt know
They wonīt get no glory on that side of the hole
Were are united, by drifting alone
This is the army of none, got no flag, got no home
Just witches & scabs, an awful mess, i confess...
Letīs do it again.
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