letra de hoist the black flag (and begin slitting throats) - bodies in the gears of the apparatus
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baby got up and sung jazz tunes i knew.
we cursed the d-mned architects when they were at failure
and we watched the walls crumble.
spit on my shoes, bathe me in flies – let me shout aloud
“i used you prost-tute”.
we rode in with blood on our hands and left as
businessmen.
letras aleatórias
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- letra de little boxes - loch lomond
- letra de pandabär - waldo the funk
- letra de the pillars - jasiri x
- letra de buena energia by maldita nerea - maldita nerea
- letra de wendy - ezet
- letra de the ¿ la menthe - la caution
- letra de insecurities - nic d
- letra de melting pot (made in america) - awkword
- letra de spoke in the wheel [dvd] by zakk wylde - zakk wylde