troops under fire left two three four
You fucking killed yourself Slit your wrists with my fucking car I hope you felt real fuckin' stupid I hope you felt real fuckin' stupid On the way to
the countries Closing all the doors Now he thinks big Thinks he's come a long way But we all know Long, long way to go Barbarian, he's lonely He's the
Traducció: Agoraphobic Nosebleed. Fulles d'afaitar sota el quadre de comandament.
Traducció: Bàrbara. Sota hipnosi.
countries Closing all the doors Now he thinks big Thinks he's come a long way But we all know Long long way to go Barbarian He's lonely He's
you fucking killed yourself, slit your wrists with my fucking car. i hope you felt real fuckin' stupid on the way to the emergency room. i had to fix