Текст песни Stuck Pig

Lay down this latrine in nailbomb,
In the city of Molotov,
In the province of gun,
In a road off the highway
In the land of two suns.

Sometimes I get pissed
When
My blow goes like a quickie in the snow

But I'm sure I'll go down inside.
I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long
On the seed of a bastard.
Alone in the sun for sticking it in too long.
On the feet of a dragon.

Some nights the wind pipe's covered in dope.
I pray it be covered in a rope.

Me, me, me.
Grief, grief, grief.
Beat the heat.
Or the rope, or the rope, or the rope.Glassjaw - Stuck Pig - http://ru.motolyrics.com/glassjaw/stuck-pig-lyrics.html

But I'm sure I'll go down inside.
I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long
On the feet of a bastard.
But I'm sure I'll go down inside.
I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long
On the feet of a bastard.

Some nights the wind pipe's covered in dope.
I pray it be covered in a rope.

Lay down this latrine in nailbomb,
In the city of Molotov,
In the province of gun,
In a road off the highway
In the land of two suns.

Sometimes I get pissed when
Grunt fuck.
Grin fuck.
Push her in the snow fuck!

The dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb.