Luyện nghe bài hát Babies With Guns

Radio check
Video check
This is how the city-folk and mole-people
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
counties making you upset-set

Harvest all Brand-X Clark to worm food
Carbon heart, buried his in fossil marker art
Pardon, had a legitimate pulse
And littered all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt
Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon with billy-goat whiskers
He sea-salt in the open blisters
But blind slips through the cracks
See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing itching to pull it back
With organic invention incubated to have some ?? to make it through
?? on now, a lot of details later
And lot of crews will out
A wooly mayor souse, who ?? happy shooting at the bladed
Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route janky funds and favors
Cradled by twelve Zelda heart containers
Man, it's in this brick bitch, winter forever
Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry wrists severed
I walk through the sex, drugs, and church
With wild that make Maurice Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no
Out the clock corporate constant
Now grommets
from a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and murder
Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up degrees
Some toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the
Dog, a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets (yeah?)
And those ain't twin Beanie inside his pockets (nope!)
2010 sonograms the Magnum formed directly out the fetus
Evolution for the young convenience

check check
Video check
This is how the and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties you upset-set

Magazine check
Paper route check
This is how the hermit and the busy bee
Somebody's losing track of their and arrests-rests
landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, the babies got guns
Diaper snipers having fun
Misplace the bottle, catch a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis you're ten years young

If Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol
It makes homicide okie-dokie and god will forgive you
Just show the saints at gate you should be on the list
"I heard he overlooks manslaughter for a crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal ship
Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. pool mom bought
Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool and ease medulla
After you thumb-suck and diaper-change get burped and shoot the up
I'd do it too, but to exploit no-brainers
beef passed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
Amongst tadpoles that have yellow
brought airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle captains
By the itchy index of an umbilically-garped fraggle
Fragile maybe, you
Chopped and a mislead, maladjustee trustee locked box
Hiding that light the sky in seconds
like newly communal hop-scotch gives them
Cut them with while I mumble
in the immortal slang of mushmouth for the anti-led
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and
or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder
Self-victim kings who rep a pride dosage
For tomorrow the are bound to outnumber the roaches
I'm not a
But won't even jolt the immobile
when global terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked
Block, if you me (yeah?)
I had to to DC (yeah?)
To bullet-proof mom's flower before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I "peace" and lay low
Strays vacate slow

check check
Video check
is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated making you upset-set

Magazine check
New flash check
This is how the hermit and the busy bee
Somebody's losing track of flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, even the got guns
Diaper snipers having fun
Misplace the bottle, might a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis you're ten years young

the battleship grey sky
The day I got the phone call Jam Jay died
So now I'll probably never another "Daylight"
Because the stingers ?? a ?? the portable hay-rides
It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of wall
banana peels in your hamster wheels, hand cannons in your shoebox, please
Mine's got Adidas, in peace