Here come the man from the stars
we don't know why he go so far
and keep on marching along
beating his drum
Clubs and sticks and bats and balls
for nuclear dicks with dialect drawls
they come from a parking lot town
where nothing lives in the sun
Don't make me a target [x3]
When you reach back in his mind
feels like he's breaking the law
There's something back there he got
that nobody knows
He never claimed to say what he says
He smells like the inside of closets upstairs-
The kind where nobody goes
Don't make me a target...
we don't know why he go so far
and keep on marching along
beating his drum
Clubs and sticks and bats and balls
for nuclear dicks with dialect drawls
they come from a parking lot town
where nothing lives in the sun
Don't make me a target [x3]
When you reach back in his mind
feels like he's breaking the law
There's something back there he got
that nobody knows
He never claimed to say what he says
He smells like the inside of closets upstairs-
The kind where nobody goes
Don't make me a target...
envoyé par giorgio - 26/10/2010 - 09:25
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