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Just another gypsy hook Chocking on that dick you rode And it's taken his, in which I abode Where i slit the morse of my mothers throat Rotten to me, rotten to me Oh no Most of us can merge in the back of the seat The last and go into my back straight gets me clean Well I heard the bird atop your head Slumming monk had cut my bed (Slumming monk had cut my bed) Rotten to m-m-m-me Rotten to me, rotten to me Nanananana, nanananana Rotten to me, rotten to me Nanananana, nanananana Rotten to me, rotten to me Nanananana, nanananana Rotten to me, rotten to me Nanananana, nanananana Oh whoa Rotten to me, rotten to me Yeah Rot-ten to (Thanks to Jessie for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania