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Píseň: Pills
- Interpret:
- Primal Scream
- Album:
- Xtrmntr
I'm gonna tell you the truth, the truth about you The truth about you, you never been true You ain't nothin', you got nothin' to say Shine a light on you, you fade away Fade away (repeat chorus x4) I woke up, felt drunk, throwin' up, pissin' blood Think death, broke in, burnt out, holed in Feel numb, i can't see, cracked hands, can't breathe Ripped up, ripped out, can't crawl, can't whine Get slayed, blast off, can't plant that bomb That seed, go on bleed, that blood in saline Take the blood, fold the skin, crack the guts, Never been seen Love is so steep, in water, in the sea Knowing god, culled him, sell your guts, sore skin Throwin' up, pissin' blood, won't come, still drunk No time, we're out of time, can't crawl, can't walk Jet me, blast off, can't blame cock farms Back seat, promise me, bad blood, dead dreams Dead dreams, dead dreams Psycho-parasitic, sub-mosquito, sin-libido, fucked-up You're sick, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... Sick, sick, sick, sick... Fuck, fuck, sick, fuck, fuck, sick...