Testo Leeches

This petty punk way is your way to go. Your smoke ring's consistent flow blows south-wind to offend my nose I'll bother you so you'll stay away. But I saw this in your face you knew this would end up this way So go on, bring the rest on This will help you be some one To dump all my doubt down on There are so many leeches on my throat And they are hard to find escaping every time, they move This dirty place stays clean for a day when I've made it that way before you come destroy where I lay I'd rather die by some homicide than let the things bleed me dry and get odd looks as folks pass me by So go on, bring the rest on This will help you be some one To dump all my doubt down on There are so many leeches on my throat And they are hard to find escaping every time, they move I fly I see right through right you There are so many leeches on my throat And they are hard to find escaping every time, they move