Bombing The Moon by Lack
Bombing The Moon lyrics
Those bastards make me feel like clubbing baby seals and
killing dying species. Fuckers make me feel like sinking
crowded ships and O boy; I could use a fist fight, eye
wound. Knife fight. I�ll slide in my best suit and pour
some more grease on. O man; I know I look good. Whatever
they've got, I've got so much more. La la la la la la.
Such violence: la la la la la la. There is something
beautiful pouring out of me, something wonderful
happening to you. La la la la la la. Such violence: la la
la la la la. How I love this violence.
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