Luyện nghe bài hát Last Call For Russell's Balls

Russell's new uptight trust-fund princess
Stares down her coke-burned nose and sets new
his listening to punk rock music
Tried to burn his copy of The People's

His is blank, bloodless, inexpressive,
All passion drained by the leech

Last for Russell's Balls
The must be fed
Last Call for Balls
hanging by a thread

Russell says true love more like sick games
A bitter at midnight in the street
Some cars have stopped to watch the commotion
Laughing at the witch of West Hollywood

held tight a dancing marionette doll
A painted on a wooden face

Call...

A call woke up Russ in the middle of the night
As she reached his trousers with sharp scissors
and a
Caught the blades before the amputation was
It seems the mirror's where she would've
hung the

Born-again with pride, Russ hands her the
Says it's time for her to fly forever...

Last Call saved balls
The face turned red
Smoke out her ears
When he her of bed

He saved himself time
From the evil
So clearly
Now she's just a