thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause
some food for death, go ahead and fucking eat My father's dead, well I don't know, we'll never fucking meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
it hid I got a big fat mama, little skinny mama, too I don't tell my big fat mama What my skinny mama can do I know you had a wonderful time last night
tell you they are better. - Data bank. You better look real close, 'cause they might be bedwetters. - Data bank. 6 feet tall, skinny legs and all. - Data, data, data bank. Makin' love
the other boys tell you they are better Data bank You better look real close, 'cuz they might be bed wetters Data bank 6 feet tall, skinny legs and all Data, data, data bank Makin' love
the burna (Napoleon) I've been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf and I've been ridin since the cemetary claimed they dirt I love that they hurt
burna [Napoleon] I've been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf and I've been ridin since the cemetary claimed they dirt I love that they hurt,
some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so
fun day There some girls there, it?s like a whole world there I first saw her dance in a holy temple To a piano instrumental Her people watched her every