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Visine
- wykonawca: P.J. Olsson
- album: Words for Living
Got my Visine
Got my box
Got my wishes
Got my underwater cymbal filled with energy
To get me through this minute
TV star from my childhood
Come and screw me now
I am man enough for wooden benches
Seal this note with my juicer
Use the liquid from your womb
Season to taste
Romeo came with crystal
Said my house is clean except for this
And I held up my marijuana
If you think it's a crime
I'll take a piss
A piss on your grave
Had a dream 'bout Joseph Stalin
Was his son haulin' out of Moscow
On a jelly bean with wheels
There is one thing we have in common
It's the torture of growing old
You must stand there now
You must agree
The time is near now
We're children no more
No more
No more
No more
No more
The ozone like a clit
Dripping sunshine on my lips
Call me social disaster
There's still me comin' after
A piss on your grave
Got my Visine
Got my box
Got my wishes
Got my underwater cymbal filled with energy
To get me through this minute
My wishes
This minute
My wishes
This minute
My wishes
This minute
- album: Words for Living
Got my Visine
Got my box
Got my wishes
Got my underwater cymbal filled with energy
To get me through this minute
TV star from my childhood
Come and screw me now
I am man enough for wooden benches
Seal this note with my juicer
Use the liquid from your womb
Season to taste
Romeo came with crystal
Said my house is clean except for this
And I held up my marijuana
If you think it's a crime
I'll take a piss
A piss on your grave
Had a dream 'bout Joseph Stalin
Was his son haulin' out of Moscow
On a jelly bean with wheels
There is one thing we have in common
It's the torture of growing old
You must stand there now
You must agree
The time is near now
We're children no more
No more
No more
No more
No more
The ozone like a clit
Dripping sunshine on my lips
Call me social disaster
There's still me comin' after
A piss on your grave
Got my Visine
Got my box
Got my wishes
Got my underwater cymbal filled with energy
To get me through this minute
My wishes
This minute
My wishes
This minute
My wishes
This minute