Текст песни Shoot Up With God

I'm poking jigsaw vein with a rusty syringe.
Like a pinch on the arm, baby, keep it surreal.
Stand beneath the Eiffel Tower, freedom kiss on the mouth.
Stare forever in the face until the fever runs out.Vendetta - Shoot Up With God - http://ru.motolyrics.com/vendetta/shoot-up-with-god-lyrics.html
You know you love the taste of tetnis.
So pucker up and praise the slum lord.
Shoot up with god.