BREEDERS lyrics : "LITTLE FURY"
Title TK, if I don't black out.
Dumb made for $#&@ing and missing from the party.
That boy spun out.
Hold what you've got.
While Xenia twists up the sky,
Akron flakes out.
Grindcore, little fury,
I feel hot tire.
Why is it floating in my beer?
Hold what you've got.
My big drum on your big face,
The one-eyed jazz as hickeys fade.
Round up, holler girl..
We'll all need bigger uniforms.
It's been a few days
And I know I will have spun out.
Hold what you've got.
My big drum on your big face,
The one-eyed jazz as hickeys fade.
Grindcore, little fury, if I don't black out.
Hold what you've got.
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