Letras
Moving sidewalks, 13th floor
In the sandbox that was speed
Etching graffiti up on the rails
In spray paints blessing to me
We embark on the trail
In the Chinese Year of the Heart
Accelerants to commanders in chiefs
While me Ma laid asleep with the dogs
To lock body in Hell
Open a box and break the jail
To lock body in Hell
Open a box and break the cell
Jean Genet would have made a better thief
They could have shipped him out to penal islands
Child lepers and astral freaks
Hob nob laid out like in Thailand
Berries paint K-9s long in the tooth
In our kissed, kissed art schools
Nobody wants two tickets to see
Black Lips and Jon Wolfe's PR reboot
To lock body in Hell
Open a box and break the jail
To lock body in Hell
Open the locks and break the cell
To lock body in hell
Open the locks and break the jail
To lock body in Hell
Open the locks and break the cells
To lock body in Hell
Open the box and break this jail
To lock body in Hell
Open the locks and break this jail