Dash - Remember to be good dalszöveg (lyrics)
[Dash - Remember to be good dalszöveg lyrics]
A warm chair for seat disturbing mate
My world has decreased ascendant hate
My face like a Milka cow
Transformed by the creator
Bleeding pigeon fountain by the psychopath
Quarantined for summertime
I should be born again, in
The kingdom of the blind
The one eyed man is king how could I do it
'cause it's gates are burning now
What a delight sight
It's all the same axe, knife, or scragging
Blame me for rebirth instead of parasites
The water wagon left me
No, it is the psychopath
Gardening and housebreaking for having fun
Respect for the autocrat
I should be born again, in
The kingdom of the blind
The one eyed man is king how could I do it
'cause it's gates are burning now
What a delight sight
Phone your pal, maybe
The truce of god is on holiday
The visitation of God is coming
You will be open-minded
You can swim in your blood
Don't give up, it's erotic
One more minute to get off
Approaching giant wombats want to eat us
Frightening silence close us biting the dust
It's all the same axe, knife, or scragging
Blame me for rebirth instead of parasites
It's all the same pensioner, relative
I'll have a love game and enjoy your agony
My world has decreased ascendant hate
My face like a Milka cow
Transformed by the creator
Bleeding pigeon fountain by the psychopath
Quarantined for summertime
I should be born again, in
The kingdom of the blind
The one eyed man is king how could I do it
'cause it's gates are burning now
What a delight sight
It's all the same axe, knife, or scragging
Blame me for rebirth instead of parasites
The water wagon left me
No, it is the psychopath
Gardening and housebreaking for having fun
Respect for the autocrat
I should be born again, in
The kingdom of the blind
The one eyed man is king how could I do it
'cause it's gates are burning now
What a delight sight
Phone your pal, maybe
The truce of god is on holiday
The visitation of God is coming
You will be open-minded
You can swim in your blood
Don't give up, it's erotic
One more minute to get off
Approaching giant wombats want to eat us
Frightening silence close us biting the dust
It's all the same axe, knife, or scragging
Blame me for rebirth instead of parasites
It's all the same pensioner, relative
I'll have a love game and enjoy your agony