bibles and go home 'Cause as I'm walking through this life I know that things aren't right I don't know how to fill the holes I keep falling in along
Traduction: Smile Empty Soul. Trous.
Take your bibles and go home Cause as I'm walking through this life I know that things are right I don't know how to fill the holes, I keep Falling in
, You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel! You're a monster, Mr. Grinch, Your heart's an empty hole, Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul
the stains of nonsense And drenched in this desire Spilling from an empty cup You bury guilt like sin Hurling smiles and judgments The blatant tone of your soul
the strains of nonsense And drenched in this desire Spilling from an empty cup You bury guilt like sin Hurling smiles and judgements The blatant tone of your soul
what you want Don't pretend to smile It's okay to be what you are But don't pretend to smile You're mine, mine in a sick way You're my radio in a hole
Then she started drooling and caught it in a cup The cup was full of pennies, it spilled when she got up Some guy is in the shadows grabbing empty air
less Than slave wages and a life in debt Where you sell your soul for nothing more Than a pile of ashes and a hole in the floor Carve in a smile and be
an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, You've got garlic in your soul You're a monster Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, You've got garlic in your soul
,You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel! You're a monster, Mr. Grinch,Your heart's an empty hole,Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul
down at your side Then you slip into the sea, you're gone, that ain't fair. That sea was as black as a pirate's soul A black velvet bag, a big dark hole
the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces How many miles can you put on one soul Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole
you When you're by yourself you get that silent noise Inside your mind all the party boys trying to fill up All the empty holes don't let one be her soul
With a greasy black peel You're a monster, Mr. Grinch Your heart's an empty hole Your brain is full of spiders You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch