Disco Biscuits
Mr. Don
Praise the lord in Moscow, Budapest and SausalitoWhere lying in the sunshine might be the very best that we knowgab of what's in mind - the trading post of your libido,'Cause Mr. Don's been ridiculin' cyclops ApathitoIt seems that every day, the kitchen has gone awryApathito's the first to point out that the place is such a sty.No matter to faith on the locks of their mind,and if you don't got no action well you might not even try.Mr. Don's all worried 'bout that cyclops AbelitoHimalayas in their minds, Quaker Oats in their libidosThat genius, killing time yellin' at your alter egoExcuses spinning lies; all, to live that sunshine we know
From Letras Mania