| Touch me on the inside with a finger full of gravy
|
| Gonna get you on the sofa, lady wanna shake and bake me
|
| Bucket full of blood, got you on my mind
|
| Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
|
| Bucket full of blood, got you on my mind
|
| Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
|
| I wanna get up off the floor, I wanna run to the devil and get me some more
|
| I wanna get up off the floor, I wanna run to the devil and get me some more
|
| Power through the ?? |
| with a hard wind screaming
|
| With a scumbag soul and a body always screaming
|
| Grab your wife, tell me where you been
|
| With a firing pan and the moon gettin' thin
|
| Grab your wife, tell me where you been
|
| With a violent feeling and the moon gettin' thin
|
| I wanna climb up on the wall
|
| I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball
|
| I wanna climb up on the wall
|
| I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball
|
| Hail to the dawning of the plentiful sensation
|
| ?? |
| time and full of sound and I killed my master nation
|
| Bucket full of blood, got you on my mind
|
| Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
|
| Bucket full of blood, got you on my mind
|
| Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
|
| I wanna get up off the floor, I wanna run to the devil and get me some more
|
| I wanna get up off the floor, I wanna run to the devil and get me some more |