NoMeansNo Lyrics
NoMeansNo Lyrics
"Body Bag Lyrics"
Wrong The Right Lyrics
You wanna know just like before Well I dont really think you need our fucking explanation For how we read and how we write
You wanna know just like before Well I dont really think you need our fucking explanation For how we read and how we write
They say the eyes are the windows of the soul
But i love all the little dark holes n your body bag.
Your little willie, he's oh, so pretty,
And those titties, and those titties in the body bag.
Nobody knows you and nobody wants to.
Willie's po
Devil Made Me Do That Lyrics
Got off work at five o'clock and started home to you Running to an old acquaintance and we had one or two And when I woke up t
ised to dive into flesh, Got off work at five o'clock and started home to you Running to an old acquaintance and we had one or two And when I woke up t
Something tells me he will leave a mess in the body bag.
When we kiss my eyes are closed,
My lips are full, i breathe through my nose in the body bag.
Nobody knows you and nobody wants to.
See the children play in the mud,
All the answers Lyrics
You know, you know all the answers To my questions, I have asked I have touched you You're all around me You frustrate
You know, you know all the answers To my questions, I have asked I have touched you You're all around me You frustrate
Moulding balls of faces and blood from the body bag.
All praise for corporal flesh;
The smell of love, the smell of death from the body bag.
Is it a womb or is it a tomb?
A sac of water that's quiet and warm,
A complex shape's beginning to for
The Last Minute Lyrics
just a simple change of scenery from 360 degrees maybe it's all we need 6, 5, 4, 3 welcome to the last minute and
, just a simple change of scenery from 360 degrees maybe it's all we need 6, 5, 4, 3 welcome to the last minute and
On marble slabs you're flat on your back,
All colours fall into the basic black of the body bag.
The creatures of earth are countless and strange,
Open your lips and tell me the name of your body bag.
All praise for corporal flesh.