Gossard | |
(dog playing tug-of-war) | |
All my rivals will see what I have in store. My gun. | |
I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir. Red sun. | |
And this nations' about to explode. | |
You're disciples are riddled with metaphors. Well hung. | |
Better pony up and bring both your barrels full. Not one. | |
As we release this unspeakable toll. Woh. | |
How's our mother to damn these contributors. With mud. | |
How will the man who made chemicals difficult. Shed blood. | |
How's our father supposed to be told. | |
I don't. Woh. |