Текст песни Fuckin'

I went to hell in a rusted-out beatle.
You went to heaven through the eye of a needle.
I wanna talk about the skull and bones under Capitol Hill but it's best left alone baby.

I wanna talk about the lust that lies within you,
And while you're quelling it the killing will continue.
Handsome sailor in your country home.
Happy boys! Come and sing my song!

(Chorus)
Fuckin' Suckin'!
You're straight outta luck if you don't got something!
Cold coffee and texas tea!
Ashes to ashes no one dies for free!

Yeah!

In full regalia man he wore it well.
Rough trade but he loved to be held.
You drop kicked him and he went to the press, then he washed up in the Keys with a hole in his chest.

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How many contribution bible-belters given?
What would they say about the secret life you're living?
It's only natural right and good.Hot One - Fuckin' - http://ru.motolyrics.com/hot-one/fuckin-lyrics.html
Yet you sweat! That's what you get for...

(Chorus)
Fuckin' Suckin'!
You're straight outta luck if you don't got something!
Cold coffee and texas tea!
Ashes to ashes no one dies for free!

Ooo you're All-American!
Ooo you're apple pie!
Say it "Semper Fi"!
Christian children come in live a lie!

Kick it up!

(Chorus)
Fuckin' Suckin'!
You're straight outta luck if you ain't got something!
Cold coffee and texas tea!
Ashes to ashes no one dies for free, yeah!

Fuckin' Suckin'!
You're straight outta luck if you ain't got something!
Cold coffee and texas tea!
Ashes to ashes no one dies for free!