Texty:
Quick And The Dead Bruised And Bleeding

when you're hurt And bruised and bleeding on my floor And I know it's wrong And I know but I don't care [Chorus] Your trust is nowhere near (Near) And

when you're hurt And bruised and bleeding on my floor And I know it's wrong And I know but I don't care [Chorus] Your trust is nowhere near (Near) And

, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

shibboleth of MacGuiver laid bare, flat on a table, blackened by bruises he couldn't explain. and there was nothing he could build to save himself out of biros and

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And