Butch Walker And The Black Widows şarkı sözleri
Sell kids for food, weather changes moodsSpring is here again, reproductive glandsHe's the one who likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it means and I sayHe's the one who likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it means and I say, yeahWe can have some more, Nature is a whoreBruises on the fruit, tender age in bloomHe's the one who likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it means and I sayHe's the one who likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it means and I say yeahHe's the one who likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it means and I sayHe's the one who like all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it means, knows not what it meansKnows not what it means and I say yeah
