Fleshies
Wheel
They're gonna shit in your musicThen sell it to youAnd spiders feast on top of the hillwhere little men in white shirtsalways keep those carpets cleanand their satellite phones continue killing timefive holes in your headis anything going to get throughliving in a box, is money killing youwe want another feegobble gobble gobble gimmeAmerica's a baby that eats everythingbut she won't give it for free no moreplastic dolls that close the eyelidsfilled with water for fake diapersno fragile little bags of meatto pump the lack of blood another day and we're gonna bea sea of plastic baloney
From Letras Mania