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cut my finger cuz i want blood yeah im drunk stepping in a flash flood get that **** holy money honey it's bout time, bout time maniac mechanics boasting false teeth for the lepers they're hysterically endowed, infectious blue eggs for the oil men epileptic slobber in the champagne of your mother's the water's turning purple please tell me that we're okay cars like no way drugs like no way girls like no way sex like maybe but okay im gone like no way no more no way drop that fucking cosmic bass like no way no way, no way so gone, so gone Did I go blind or did i swallow the sun From Letras Mania