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Hole Burn Black

in her hair. And blood and feathers; they are everywhere. You want a treat? They'll be deep. Dead mound, drunken sleep; I got this porno that you burn

s got vultures in his hair And black feathers they are everywhere You want a treat They'll be deep Dead mound drunken sleep I got this porno that you burn

I'll just slit your neck You say you remember baby you forget Hey hey, this much is true I never trusted you Hey, hey, this much is true Now I burn black

I'll just slit your neck You say you remember baby you forget Hey hey, this much is true I never trusted you Hey, hey, this much is true Now I burn black

I'll just slit your neck You say you remember baby you forget Hey hey, this much is true I never trusted you Hey, hey, this much is true Now I burn black

just a town that you never knew Love is the new denim or black Skeleton guns are wedding bells in the attic Get ginger ready, climb in Camino front Won't poke holes

like a eighteen, do what I wanna do Goin' on my eighth ring, got Phil Jackson's and Flow is black magic, I'm at it again Rose Bowl with black karats

me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Which way will it go go?

waving, cheering and waving Twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis It got edited fucked up Strangled, beaten up Used as a photo in Time Magazine Buried in a burning black hole