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• Artiste: Des Ark
• Titre: Covert Conspiracy Of Spanish Speaking Cats
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If you're looking for a reason to freeze to death Many can't feel that it's their father's breath If you're scared as shit to talk about your family traits Just know that I believe, and I always will believe In you If you lay another hand on your son, sir I swear to god, I'm gonna waste you You can holler, you can cry, sober up, apologize But still, what good are you? Father cut off all of the ties that bind A father to his son If he's just some dead weight, deadbeat drunk I can show you all the things he's gonna steal and sell And still you hold him to your ear just like a paper shell Oh, I can take you on a tour of my old neighborhood Here it is, the bathtub where you'll find the love of your life Choking up his own blood Well, a junkie's got a fire that is burning hotter than the brightest star And if he don't put it out himself It's the needles, it's the spoons, it's the little white balloons I wish I didn't cut off all of the ties that bound us The blood, the guts, even little paper cuts These are the ones we love