Letra de Tell Shannon Her Crafts Are Ready
You would make the prettiest of brides (Oh baby i got you workin from the nine to five) You would make the prettiest rape victim (Oh baby i got you workin from the nine to five) Goddamn i hope i overdose Your mouth is open and better suits a bottle opener than to talk my pathetic fucking ears off I'd jab an ice pick in my eardrums if i could someday regain my hearing I envision (more more more) snapping your neck (More more more) Tilt back your head and fucking take it Milligram count: you've gone too far Diagnosis: finally gone OH! SHIT! FUCK!