Luyện nghe bài hát Babies With Guns

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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 Kents to worm
heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker art
Pardon, cadaver had a pulse
And littered volts all over the village where the skittish molt
Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat
He sea-salt in the open blisters
But blind anarchy slips the cracks
See naked with Bubblelicious on fishing rods itching to pull it back
With that organic invention incubated to have ?? to make it through
?? on now, a lot of details later
And lot of crews taper out
A wooly mayor souse, who ?? happy shooting at the mouth
Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and favors
Cradled by twelve empty heart containers
Man, it's freezing in this bitch, winter forever
Like Punxatawny found with his four furry wrists severed
I walk face-first the sex, drugs, and church
With wild things make Maurice Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no
Out the clock constant sprockets
Now clocked-off
Running from a rabid ring-wraith click
Serpentine, in and out of jam and murder scenes
blood of the AF-152, pick up first degrees
Some smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries
Dog, there's a fucking baby at the asking for wallets (yeah?)
And those ain't Beanie Babies inside his pockets (nope!)
sonograms showed the Magnum formed directly out the fetus
Evolution for the young killer

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This is how the and mole-people connect-nect
warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated making you upset-set

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This is how the and the busy bee connect-nect
losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, even the got guns
Diaper having clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, catch a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when ten years young

If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your
It makes homicide and your god will forgive you
show the saints at Heaven's gate you should be on the list
"I he overlooks manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, animal ship fleet
Off the board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought
they laminate dry bones and cool water 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
Teenager beef alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
Amongst that have yellow backbones
brought airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle captains
By the itchy index of an umbilically-garped fraggle
Fragile maybe, you
Chopped shop and a mislead, trustee locked box
Hiding clips that the sky in seconds
like newly communal hop-scotch gives leverage
Cut them with mortars I mumble
in the immortal slang of for the anti-led Nirvana
I used to I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest thug wonder
Self-victim kings who rep a pride dosage
For tomorrow the are bound to outnumber the roaches
I'm not a
But that even jolt the immobile
when terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked local
Block, if you me (yeah?)
I had to to DC (yeah?)
To bullet-proof flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a week the crew I said "peace" and lay low
don't vacate slow

Radio check
check check
This is how the city-folk and connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
Data-perforated counties you upset-set

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

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

Aboard the grey sky
The day I got the call Jam Master Jay died
So now I'll probably write another "Daylight"
Because the stingers ?? a ?? into the portable
It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to 99 bottle of beer wall
There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, cannons in your shoebox, please
Mine's got Adidas, in peace