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segunda-feira, 9 de junho de 2014

Dethklok - Kill You

Kill You

I don?t want to have to kill you
They?ll find out and I will feel blue
Like to take all the skin off your face

Like to smash all your brains with a vase
With I could be a fly in your head
Lay my eggs that will rise from the dead


Oh I don?t wanna have to hide you
It?s so cold that I?ll get the flue


I don?t want to


I don?t want to have to eat you
I won?t fit into my swim suit

You?ve got so much flesh on top your bones
You could cause a bloody big cyclone
Grab a lance smash it straight through your ribs
Splash the blood onto my baby?s bibs

Make a mess dripping crimson and bone
Break your face with a stale ice cream cone

I don?t wanna have to