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• Artiste: Kills, The
• Titre: Restaurant Blouse
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Music, coat hand, that's good slamming Slamming crawl down up my head Hockey sticks to my dead brother Look man, I don't want another Drive her a restaurant blouse Into his hotel house Feeling up the walls and then Covering his head Heard you tell him she was evil Grew up in an army crew and Skeleton, bad things and partners Under blankets that never move The minute you would leave Our hopes just got up She was the loneliest baby She was the coldest baby Momma shakes on the highway In her tight, white driving gloves Momma she was a sweet demon She got the devil moving Her man on the pier said, "My fucking car's in there" We could see her under water We could in the rearview mirror Music, coat hand, that's good slamming Slamming crawl down up my head Hockey sticks to my dead brother Look man, I don't want another Drive her a restaurant blouse Into his hotel house Feeling up the walls and then Covering his head Caught a ride out to the desert Drop his body in the sand Boy had a pistol in his pocket Got hungry and ate his pants The birds know what that means Way high in the trees They fly like helicopters They want the body Stretching, confused Deep, deep down, we're in his veins His ??? in traffic Takes time up in his brains Take your petty eyes off My necklace ?? Your voice comes in baby Ain't got no choices left