| Shevil |
|---|
| It’s nice to take a narrow man |
| And hold in a heaven |
| Grab it hold of for lamb |
| You try to deafen me |
| And leave it for shavin |
| Man over for same, yeah |
| Ben stars in all my wars and more, they’re |
| Gonna act in emergency |
| When he beats them down and haunt it all away |
| It’s nice to pick a lame vein |
| And mold it for metal |
| Raw load is a gran |
| Budweiser eppen me |
| Ex-ect us for favors |
| Why one does a hang child |
| Piston story yeah |
| And sorta sorry |
| Wind highs are livin |
| Well you all come cold |
| When we sell are soul |
