Tuberculoids Songtext
von El Grupo Nuevo de Omar Rodriguez Lopez
Tuberculoids Songtext
He went slightly to conniving
In a splatter of months
Every Tuesday, play the fool day
Circumstantial because
An event to fills the dents with
All the raison d′plum
They say our ghastly never feared him
When the master draws him home
For all its worth
Snaggletooth floss makes the iris
Blame a fit unstrangled
Mock the vendors, pluck the tendons
When the pulpit drives by
Tuberculoids come drip your spirits
In the glass of wedding drunks
I hold the hair untouched by sick tuberculoids
I'm getting young, young, young, so young
This is where he came relieving
All his post op recon
Where the baby made eighty
Cylindrical dials
Compute
Destitute
With ten gallon suit
Found another culture
Where the men eat their isles
For all its worth
Busy street grudge, torch the sweepers
Nasty old carpets we ride
Filming crimson, all the lint cuts
Fester with tested for life
Tuberculoids come drip your spirits
In the glass of wedding drunks
I hold the hair untouched by sick tuberculoids
I′m getting young, young, young, so young
Tuberculoids come drip your spirits
In the glass of wedding drunks
I hold the hair untouched by sick tuberculoids
I'm getting young, so young, so young
In a splatter of months
Every Tuesday, play the fool day
Circumstantial because
An event to fills the dents with
All the raison d′plum
They say our ghastly never feared him
When the master draws him home
For all its worth
Snaggletooth floss makes the iris
Blame a fit unstrangled
Mock the vendors, pluck the tendons
When the pulpit drives by
Tuberculoids come drip your spirits
In the glass of wedding drunks
I hold the hair untouched by sick tuberculoids
I'm getting young, young, young, so young
This is where he came relieving
All his post op recon
Where the baby made eighty
Cylindrical dials
Compute
Destitute
With ten gallon suit
Found another culture
Where the men eat their isles
For all its worth
Busy street grudge, torch the sweepers
Nasty old carpets we ride
Filming crimson, all the lint cuts
Fester with tested for life
Tuberculoids come drip your spirits
In the glass of wedding drunks
I hold the hair untouched by sick tuberculoids
I′m getting young, young, young, so young
Tuberculoids come drip your spirits
In the glass of wedding drunks
I hold the hair untouched by sick tuberculoids
I'm getting young, so young, so young
Writer(s): Cedric Bixler, Cedric Bixler-zavala Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com