Fall - Everything Hurtz |
Everything Hurtz
Fall Come to me Come unto me All ye that labor You that are heavy laden Cos everything hurts And everything hurts Ive been pursuing the fuel too long Got a big fat pain in my chest bone Got an empty pocket book Got a big fat momma in my chequeAnd everything hurts And everything hurts I got the disease tinnitus Im speakin like Ive got tourrettes And everything hurts x3 Im born x 2 Im dressed like a road beacon On my way to valhalla breakfast And everything hurts Cant you see the bitches by my side Followin me through all my life And everything hurts I was born x 3 Come to me all ye that labor and are heavy laden My head dip dip dip dipping, man All my limbs are disconnected And everything hurts x3 Ive been pursuing the fuel too long Got a big fat pain in my chest bone And everything hurts x2 Everything hurts [...] man Cos everything hurts I got a big fat [slug] on my knee bone And the back of my [...], zipped up And everything hurts x2 |