The eighties matchbox b-line disaster

Freuds black muck

The eighties matchbox b-line disaster

Freuds Black Muck :
Guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar
I like to play on my guitar
Guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar
I like to play on my guitar

I can't get up
And when I'm down
Thats when the sick
Come to my town
You sick fat fuck
You stole my brown
You got me rolling on the ground

Wow, ow, huh
Wow, ow, huh

While waiting by your side
Life takes me by surprise
But if you think I'm wise
Life takes me by surprise

But if you wonder why?
And if you trust my eyes
I'm waiting by your side

I made it up
I made it down
I sweat these drinks
Into my sack
I kid myself
I'm Sigmund Freud
I dig my teeth into the void

Wow, ow, huh
Ow, wow, huh

While waiting by your side
Life takes me by surprise
But if you think I'm wise
Life takes me by surprise

But if you wonder why?
And if you trust my eyes
I'm waiting by your side

aaaaaaahh

woo woo, woo woo
woo woo, woo woo
woo woo, woo woo
woo woo, woo woo
woo woo, woo woo
woo woo, woo woo

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