Nabízeno v

Kredity

Texty

You gave me your order
And I brought the food to you
The word was made made flesh
The word was made made flesh
It was like a prophecy
Every word you said came true
The word was made made flesh
The word was made made flesh
Don’t shoot the messenger
Because you might not get the next message
And the next one might mean business
The letter that came this morning
Said that what you owed the county
Had to be paid in full
Had to be paid in full
And the postage that the county spent
To send you that very letter
Had to be paid in full
Had to be paid in full
Don’t stiff the waitress
Because the next time that your meal comes
You might not know what’s in the mayo
The world is an ox
And there’s room for us to live there
In the hollow of its chest
Once we eviscerate its organs
But it’s small and reeks of carnage
And I do believe we can do better
Than this world made of flesh
This world made of flesh
World made of flesh
World made of flesh
(World, flesh)
(World, flesh)
(World, flesh)
(World, flesh)
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