Letra de Sell Em' All
Dry the words in syllables

They made for great intervals

Fuck --------------

Ah try for another

Another transplant



Pull the shades on the coolness train

Sleep comes as it tends to pain



Go toll pest

Go cold crest

Go incest

Go fucking mess

Fucking mess



Sound bite



Words just linger

Count my fingers



Trust no one

What you'll lose will cost you a fucking ton

Trust no one

If its not wrapped up, I wouldn't try to cum