歌曲 | Smirk The Godblender |
歌手 | Thought Industry |
专辑 | Mods Carve The Pig: Assassins, Toads, And God's Flesh |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Christopher Lee/Brent Oberlin/Paul Enzio/Dustin Donaldson | |
Rot disease doc cowers sly. | |
Bigot's digest blacklist trade. | |
Homophobic? | |
Barb's pro-life? | |
Fist happy conservative. | |
White gold home shopping cross. | |
Vinyl infant nailed | |
Jesus style. | |
Huddled ignorant cult of chumps sobbing. | |
Himmler cops sip raisin rum. | |
Christmas eve. | |
December bliss. | |
Tossed balloons of santa paint splash lovell and south rose. | |
Watch grandma's swastika taunt dad's foundation walls. | |
She expressed ice nerve and speech, and they know | |
I'm more left than right. | |
Burn the country clubs. | |
Rich white man. | |
Scared white man. | |
This is me, face turned wry. | |
Snow. Electric my passion punch. | |
Sheep test the artichoke. | |
Kill liddy. | |
Love Stanley | |
III. Days of height and | |
Milbrook house; and | |
I wonder of | |
April 16th? | |
Wavy gravy and | |
Ram Das. And | |
I'm reading the oracle, and | |
I'm feeling more god than straight. | |
Burned beneath the lids. | |
Hoffman's here. | |
Krassner's there. | |
Kids will play. | |
Load Jim's .44 behind the | |
ATM. Await | |
Mercedes Benz. | |
Sugar man behind the wheel. | |
Shoving cocked piece to his cheek. | |
Have him pull his max in green | |
George called it "War on Drugs", but | |
I call it "War on Love." | |
War on all my friends. | |
Leave us free to choose and be. | |
This is me. | |
Rubbed in shit. | |
Old shoes. | |
Huge clue. [II) Who Took My Holiday Inn Bible?] | |
Protestants. | |
Catholics. | |
Jews. Islam. | |
Baptists. | |
Lutherans. | |
Mormons. Orthodoxy. | |
Christian science. | |
Jehovah's witness. | |
Methodists. | |
Episcopalians are falling down. | |
Blend it, religions crime. | |
Grind it, religion dies. [III) I'd Rather Hide Than Be Dead, But I'd Rather Be Dead Than Dumb] | |
Humpback slitting sicily. | |
Exxon glaze. | |
Ramming japs. | |
Blood gushing raw blowhole. | |
Crone whale lambasting death. | |
Sand scraped and forcible shored. | |
Metaphor lays mucked and dies. | |
I laugh, "I know what she's doing. She's choosing her final time. Hemingway Like grave. What is land is lost at sea." | |
This is me. | |
Face torn blind. | |
Ribs cracked. | |
Tongue lost. |
zuo qu : Christopher Lee Brent Oberlin Paul Enzio Dustin Donaldson | |
Rot disease doc cowers sly. | |
Bigot' s digest blacklist trade. | |
Homophobic? | |
Barb' s prolife? | |
Fist happy conservative. | |
White gold home shopping cross. | |
Vinyl infant nailed | |
Jesus style. | |
Huddled ignorant cult of chumps sobbing. | |
Himmler cops sip raisin rum. | |
Christmas eve. | |
December bliss. | |
Tossed balloons of santa paint splash lovell and south rose. | |
Watch grandma' s swastika taunt dad' s foundation walls. | |
She expressed ice nerve and speech, and they know | |
I' m more left than right. | |
Burn the country clubs. | |
Rich white man. | |
Scared white man. | |
This is me, face turned wry. | |
Snow. Electric my passion punch. | |
Sheep test the artichoke. | |
Kill liddy. | |
Love Stanley | |
III. Days of height and | |
Milbrook house and | |
I wonder of | |
April 16th? | |
Wavy gravy and | |
Ram Das. And | |
I' m reading the oracle, and | |
I' m feeling more god than straight. | |
Burned beneath the lids. | |
Hoffman' s here. | |
Krassner' s there. | |
Kids will play. | |
Load Jim' s . 44 behind the | |
ATM. Await | |
Mercedes Benz. | |
Sugar man behind the wheel. | |
Shoving cocked piece to his cheek. | |
Have him pull his max in green | |
George called it " War on Drugs", but | |
I call it " War on Love." | |
War on all my friends. | |
Leave us free to choose and be. | |
This is me. | |
Rubbed in shit. | |
Old shoes. | |
Huge clue. II Who Took My Holiday Inn Bible? | |
Protestants. | |
Catholics. | |
Jews. Islam. | |
Baptists. | |
Lutherans. | |
Mormons. Orthodoxy. | |
Christian science. | |
Jehovah' s witness. | |
Methodists. | |
Episcopalians are falling down. | |
Blend it, religions crime. | |
Grind it, religion dies. III I' d Rather Hide Than Be Dead, But I' d Rather Be Dead Than Dumb | |
Humpback slitting sicily. | |
Exxon glaze. | |
Ramming japs. | |
Blood gushing raw blowhole. | |
Crone whale lambasting death. | |
Sand scraped and forcible shored. | |
Metaphor lays mucked and dies. | |
I laugh, " I know what she' s doing. She' s choosing her final time. Hemingway Like grave. What is land is lost at sea." | |
This is me. | |
Face torn blind. | |
Ribs cracked. | |
Tongue lost. |
zuò qǔ : Christopher Lee Brent Oberlin Paul Enzio Dustin Donaldson | |
Rot disease doc cowers sly. | |
Bigot' s digest blacklist trade. | |
Homophobic? | |
Barb' s prolife? | |
Fist happy conservative. | |
White gold home shopping cross. | |
Vinyl infant nailed | |
Jesus style. | |
Huddled ignorant cult of chumps sobbing. | |
Himmler cops sip raisin rum. | |
Christmas eve. | |
December bliss. | |
Tossed balloons of santa paint splash lovell and south rose. | |
Watch grandma' s swastika taunt dad' s foundation walls. | |
She expressed ice nerve and speech, and they know | |
I' m more left than right. | |
Burn the country clubs. | |
Rich white man. | |
Scared white man. | |
This is me, face turned wry. | |
Snow. Electric my passion punch. | |
Sheep test the artichoke. | |
Kill liddy. | |
Love Stanley | |
III. Days of height and | |
Milbrook house and | |
I wonder of | |
April 16th? | |
Wavy gravy and | |
Ram Das. And | |
I' m reading the oracle, and | |
I' m feeling more god than straight. | |
Burned beneath the lids. | |
Hoffman' s here. | |
Krassner' s there. | |
Kids will play. | |
Load Jim' s . 44 behind the | |
ATM. Await | |
Mercedes Benz. | |
Sugar man behind the wheel. | |
Shoving cocked piece to his cheek. | |
Have him pull his max in green | |
George called it " War on Drugs", but | |
I call it " War on Love." | |
War on all my friends. | |
Leave us free to choose and be. | |
This is me. | |
Rubbed in shit. | |
Old shoes. | |
Huge clue. II Who Took My Holiday Inn Bible? | |
Protestants. | |
Catholics. | |
Jews. Islam. | |
Baptists. | |
Lutherans. | |
Mormons. Orthodoxy. | |
Christian science. | |
Jehovah' s witness. | |
Methodists. | |
Episcopalians are falling down. | |
Blend it, religions crime. | |
Grind it, religion dies. III I' d Rather Hide Than Be Dead, But I' d Rather Be Dead Than Dumb | |
Humpback slitting sicily. | |
Exxon glaze. | |
Ramming japs. | |
Blood gushing raw blowhole. | |
Crone whale lambasting death. | |
Sand scraped and forcible shored. | |
Metaphor lays mucked and dies. | |
I laugh, " I know what she' s doing. She' s choosing her final time. Hemingway Like grave. What is land is lost at sea." | |
This is me. | |
Face torn blind. | |
Ribs cracked. | |
Tongue lost. |