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The Misrepresentation Of The Thompson Gun
I sent this egg inside her mouth Punch her neck, the egg turned about The debutante's eyes rolled in boredom Behind the egg, she mumbled something dumb I pulled out my gun and shot her real hard She had a hitch in her walk, that said she's still bored I shot her again and she perched on the stool She gave me the bird, limping down to the coop I emptied my gun into her head She nested down with the girls but she still was not dead So I cut her open on her side Her insides came out and she spat the egg out She said she was mine The egg holds up well The babe bounced against the shell It be all long gone She whispered something 'bout soul Now I live under that henhouse When they drop their lodes I only shy and grouse Dr. Hammer says, "You're leagues beyond lean" It's 'cause each time I eat, I hear her scream Letras de cancionesOhh-uh-oh-ohh Ohh-ohh-ohh Ohh-uh-oh-ohh Ohh-ohh-ohh Ohh-uh-oh-ohh Ohh-ohh-ohh Ohh-uh-oh-ohh Ohh-ohh-ohh You save, you save our souls You save, you save our souls You save, you save our souls You save, you save our souls From Letras Mania