Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Selling Drugs from Your Mom's Condo, artist - Drug Church. Date of issue: 10.06.2013
Song language: English
Selling Drugs from Your Mom's Condo |
| Parking lot of Cumberland Farms, the gamma bomb wasteland! |
| Roll a stolen car, crush your ribs in! |
| Flip the raised truck, your chest gives in |
| Headlong to the gas pump, cash your chips in |
| Front yard, drunk cops, powder blocks, that old dirty business |
| Isn’t it time for a move? |
| Isn’t it time to leave the brown panorama of a shithole behind? |
| Isn’t it time for a move? |
| I think so, I really think so |
| Because when you hit the glass, the skin comes next and (trust me son) that’s |
| nobody’s idea of cool |
| Parking lot of Cumberland Farms, the gamma bomb wasteland! |
| Roll a stolen car, crush your ribs in! |
| Flip the raised truck, your chest gives in |
| Headlong to the gas pump, cash your chips in |
| Front yard, drunk cops, powder blocks, that old dirty business |
| And so… |
| There’s hidden fees on the easy way out |
| A pig’s lips attached to the spout |
| Leaking gas throughout the house |
| A lit match for when in doubt |
| Hidden fees on the easy way out |
| A pig’s lips attached to the spout |
| Leaking gas throughout the house |
| A lit match for when in doubt |
| Hidden fees on the easy way out |
| A pig’s lips attached to the spout |
| Leaking gas throughout the house |
| A lit match for when in doubt |