it, give it, give it, give it) Right now I don't understand what it is you're trying to sell Or what it is you're trying to tell me You're tryin' to
Crowded like animals You're the waste of existence Doomed to ignorance You'll disappear in shame and pain The spectre of Auschwitz is hauting your minds
Peasant, tho' ever so low; But a club of good fellows, like those that are here, And a bottle like this, are my glory and care.
good is bass and blunts Me like them both when they move my butt. Moon boy! What do you think about this version? Today it's another day! Take what you
