Texty: Leatherface. The Last. Desert Island.

Tell me it takes a one to wall you tips made him go
And yes it hurts so dig a deep hole to bury death twats
I couldn't live with no one else your jealousy becomes your passes by
Remember what you said she probly killed that sense
With the first time we gave in there she saying
That you don't really care how can you do what soul down a hole
Make you feel small take it back to the phase
To improve respect ten fold have to celebrate we go out
Bottle of the pain fall off the bottom shelf
That you don't wanna know watch me sweat
The desert island will be your prison cell
Remember what you said I don't know nobody else
Then a ray of action sped rhetoric that'd make you feel sick
Now I don't know what to say that'll turn against
I don't know what to say yet now I don't know what to say
That'll turn against I don't know what to say no no
It's the first time we made them ** do you really care
How can you chew that soul down in a hole it makes you feel small
Here's another ray of headspinning rhetoric that'll make you feel sick
Get it off my *face* don't let em' burn the shelves
(everyone dance, everyone sing)
Now I can dance now I can dance now I'll go dance now I can dance
Now I can dance can dance now I'll go dance now I can dance
Now I can dance watch them dance now I'll dance now I can dance
So I can dance watch them dance go dance now I can dance