Текст песни Gorgon Zola's Baby

Gold chain. Bronze skin. Cheese brain. Holes. Yes, Gorgon Zola rules the
Beach. She strolls, she kicks some sand - the mild man winces, clears his
Eyes. Despises her. She's tall and cruel and cool as sour cream. His dreams
Are dry. She'll paralyze - an icepick in his spine. She'll fine him whenLegenda - Gorgon Zola's Baby - http://ru.motolyrics.com/legenda/gorgon-zolas-baby-lyrics.html
His wheelchair's parked on double yellow lines. He takes it because he has
To... because he's built like stale spaghetti. Zola's pointing the machete
- so he jumps!