Texty:
Head Automatica Propaganda

I've seen a million in a nation in a feud So if happiness is knowing, then knowledge I have not We knew you'd pop, your head went pop Is that your love

Speaking of Heaven She looked like a God on earth It was something I could not understand Or explain And I mean you don't know The things I do while

Smudged funnies in a broken bottle On the dot at nine So daddy throws clothes, throws on an old stove I'm cryin' in the corner at five Well, I've seen

But I was too proud to go Now you're asking me Asking me Who made the million dollar decision? I made decisions of my heart If you see a man with his head

I needed just a hit, one hit It's a very little hit, I'm sure I won't like it I needed to be heard One hit would send me flying I got away with murder

She's not it She's really not it She ain't it She's really not it You know I'm glad that she's not alive She quit her job when she was 45 This kind of

This is the legend of Christian Palko Answer me, body why do you ache me To keep ambition alive? Relentlessly, it's you forsaking me But you'll never