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Music, coat hand, that's good slammingSlamming crawl down up my headHockey sticks to my dead brotherLook man, I don't want anotherDrive her a restaurant blouseInto his hotel houseFeeling up the walls and thenCovering his headHeard you tell him she was evil Grew up in an army crew andSkeleton, bad things and partnersUnder blankets that never moveThe minute you would leaveOur hopes just got upShe was the loneliest babyShe was the coldest babyMomma shakes on the highwayIn her tight, white driving glovesMomma she was a sweet demonShe got the devil movingHer man on the pier said,Songtexte"My fucking car's in there"We could see her under waterWe could in the rearview mirrorMusic, coat hand, that's good slammingSlamming crawl down up my headHockey sticks to my dead brotherLook man, I don't want anotherDrive her a restaurant blouseInto his hotel houseFeeling up the walls and thenCovering his headCaught a ride out to the desertDrop his body in the sandBoy had a pistol in his pocketGot hungry and ate his pantsThe birds know what that meansWay high in the treesThey fly like helicoptersThey want the bodyStretching, confusedDeep, deep down, we're in his veinsHis ??? in trafficTakes time up in his brainsTake your petty eyes off My necklace ??Your voice comes in babyAin't got no choices left Aus Songtexte Mania