letra de american fiction - łona
limbs falling from trees
it’s an angry god underneath
and your addiction was bound to break my heel
when the devil is loose
with unaccompanied truth
american fictions are bound to rise again
you’re {arrest to the rhythm?], baby
a flat tire on my cadillac
you’re arrest to the rhythm, baby
and that’s what makes the weave and the best of em go there
now he’s calling for briefs
slurred words if your niece
with genuflections that are bound to break the floor
speaking all shakey truths
now he stands in the goldmine suit
american fictions are bound to ride again
you’re arrest to the rhythm, baby
a flat tire on my cadillac
you’re arrest to the rhythm, baby
and that’s what makes the weave and the best of em go there
you’re arrest to the rhythm, baby
a flat tire on my cadillac
american fictions are bound to rise again
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