дурносміх
I break bones stealing mobile phones
And I'm cuttin deals for these homeless meals
Making idle threats using chinese burns
As you load my head with the Grateful Dead singing

Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone

And to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

I'm on fire
I'm behind you
Heads up falling sky



@темы: Musica