Текст песни
Take a stroll you'll soon regret it
Your outside is by the bedding
Balconies of nervous fretting
Were you ever really ready
Tangerine
Pots and pans and all inbetween
The pots of flowers have dried
And all that walks in the light, will die
You are really cravin, itchin
Now all stuck with kitchen switchin
Be the man, be more preservant
Keep head down, say yes to orders
Nectarine
Pots and pans and all inbetween
The pots of flowers have dried
And all that walks in the light, will die
The pots of flowers have dried
And all that walks in the light, will die
Die
Die
Die
Die