The city was filled with Saddam
Tail
Stare at the power.
The eyelid but half -loose
Stress of Shak
The cerebellum can be chat
It can be in the morning
Two bastards up
Tired of the golden gold
Muftis words
Masido. Give you
Unfamiliar cigarette with his next cigarette
A number of junk who are not worth
Joon
Bardwash what is the shortness of his border
My forehead error
To find out the wound that clotted tum
A mountain of experience every day building me
That I dreamed to be honest.
I am good or bad with wings flying
Thats why heaven.
Follow me nia nia ni nae nae
I am this i am this i am this
I am good or bad with wings flying
Thats why heaven.
Follow me nia nia ni nae nae
I am this i am this i am this