Luyện nghe bài hát Last Call For Russell's Balls

Russell's new uptight trust-fund reigns
Stares down her coke-burned nose and new rules
Forbids his listening to punk music
Tried to his copy of The People's History

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

Call for Russell's Balls
The Demon be fed
Last Call for Balls
They're by a thread

Russell says it's love more like sick games
A bitter brawl at in the street
cars have stopped to watch the loud commotion
Laughing at the wicked witch of Hollywood

Strings held tight a marionette doll
A painted smile on a wooden

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 the amputation was complete
It seems the rearview where she would've
hung the

with pride, Russ hands her the broomstick
Says it's for her to fly away forever...

Last Call saved Russell's
The Demon's face red
Smoke out her ears
When he her of bed

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