Luyện nghe bài hát Catholic Fashion

Hell with no is the worst hell. five minutes after brakes
windmills. we were all born short, that is why we wear
heels. even the wants that bass you feel. he's got tinted windows
and stripes, every other part of the car is white. when he
honks the horn she knows it's time. arguing all day and
night. he'll move out of his when she becomes his wife. the
shine on crucifixes you blind! who the fuck but jesus can say
you're fine? who the fuck then? in me..

fibreglass hummingbird...tiny bird rad! the hummingbird's a
civic - jesus died for sins - catholic fashion, that's not just
you're eating

lesson in Civics #1: no hubcaps 'till you're sure done. black
windshield keeps out the sun. meaty purr when the engine
runs. hanging out by the girl school all of june, like a line of
but better groomed. local think the kids are doomed. sleepy
from monoxide fumes. girl he knows leaning on the roof, offers
her a ride but it's no use. graduation's kissing
booth. back - goddammit!!!

up to the church peel out like a prayer. and not a god damned
thing can mess my hair. don't need satisfaction there's
something beyond what you see, feel, hear, or wear... whatever!
let the priests worry about that! on the cross to get my
back. most of the time salvation seems a trap. bass bins = harps,
halos = hubcaps. we have it out, it's the will of the lord:
holiness is black light running boards! it's there in the bible,
absorbed, from the first man - i'm adam!