Butthole Surfers
Whirling Hall Of Knives
They she walked as she fall through the door, walk awayah looking as if she had seen him before, walk awayand she cried, just like melooking at pages and remembering lies, walk awayApart from the graves and the place they made knives, walk awayand they cried, just like methey he walks as she fell through the wall,walk awayCut off my thighs and whirl through the hall,walk awayand they cried just like mewalk away and they will crywalk away they may cry.
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