歌词
Christmas stevedore
A basement hall, a broken jaw
The empire clock
Hangs up over there
Wettish window sill
Drying shell on sleeping pills
He's downstairs
She dreamed of artistic freedom
One, two, three, four, five, six
I'm going to...jump the- shit- I'll kick the shit out of any cocksucker...or kill
Written by: Swirlies
