a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

to live and shave in l.a. - veit harlan, brown dress bob كلمات الأغنية

h_ll and its denizens lean toward those soft, bulging reports
mephitus, “stinking,” one drop of well_writ blood
your name streams in the firmament
like the bitterroot into the fretful porcupine
and doomed, tumbling downward into goethe’s amalgam
blasters with their bullets and impressive ballistics
nothing but flashes of front_loading shorts
offending by custom, lacking the fear of h_ll…
for first time opened way to following stanza:
“sent to future state, sir, and punished everlasting”
well for your double, sir, and your excoriations
seven weeks before the odor of the rose
wounds with transistor blaring through heavy hocks
said “who’s gonna marry me now?”
the übermensch, or brown dress bob
give his admirers their tender shoots
tells you the story ten years in advance
let his text fall into ruin
and doomed, the younger son of brown dress bob
upon horrific quills, dreadful faces throng’d
wrote with his blood of thefts of autographs
the one lamp of garbage sack glowing…

- to live and shave in l a

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة