-273°C - Evil spawns an evil(Imperial March interpretation) | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• -273°C
• Evil spawns an evil(Imperial March interpretation)

Little Frank was born in your mind,
Tryed to Climb on the nerves to the sun.
Little Bob was born in your mind to,
Tryed to climb on the nerves to the moon.

Little Fank & Bob were born in your mind.
We don't know why they started to the fight.
Final of fight we already be know -
And little Frank dealt a crushing blow.

Bob's small corpse was left to the rot
And Frank made from him a hot dogs
This fucking corpse, fucking corpse played a role -
It served as an intimate doll.


-273°C еще тексты