Текст песни missis Garrison - На животе как бы из трусов беретта

I want to miscue that was on the old school -
Swallows, sprockets,
Angel with wings.
I want to on the suit that,
The cobweb elbow, shoulder
A.K.A.B., not exactly, not decided yet.

I want to miscue on the hand,
I want the river flowed,
At the head of "GO VEGAN",
Eyes on the closed eyelids,
Skull, bones,
Bitching Zombor with blood on fucking.
Expensive me exactly hit!

I want to like Timothy,
That was not a living space,
By tin. In the hands crosses,
Texts manifestos
At the back, knuckles, skeletons, ring
"STRAIGHT EDGE" in the phalanges
The color on the legs
From "Vanguard Magazine" planet.

On the abdomen as if from cowards Beretta,
Colt - two pistols,
Children without eyes, verse favorite song.
I want to miscue his father found out about it,
Bream vebal me, and the body pure virgin!