Rob zombie

Memphis

Rob zombie
Get your head down bite the dust interiors rolling on another
brotherhood of the gun clean up this town back to the wall
pecos, texas flanked by the law got a rocket skull mantle piece
boy, kiss the holy ground but will success spoil rock hunter? in
an o rnamental maggot cave let her go let her go let her go. Now
Pat Garrett fired that proverbiable shot in the dark, but it was
not aimed a Billy the Kid, it was not aimed at St. John it was
meant for the secret consealed in a poker-face rustler (yea)
poker -face. glass eyes blood a sucker's need "it's public
health", groans Mr. Seed not a lunchtime Rat in my car
crunching that Atlas wheel yea, expensive like my wife expensive
like my boring life some straight ass bitch cries
"hey!" "this is what you need" but an omni
fool sings a dog song but it only takes an instant sandpaper
tongues scratching creation creation creation minutes before his
exection he was proclaimed a hero, minutes before he was another
dancing corpse sporting some homemade fine tattoos y ea!
Homemade in a Memphis
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