Some Other Kind Of Love (wwii) Songtext

Holy war pudenda twisted apple sweet agenda feeling spiritual so rare look at the color of that cow's got red hair. Worldwar nude let us greet the noontime devil yeah it's true you must get hung on the wall not on the level. You're no longer the world to me, that planet's an obstacle, that miracle is misery. P.T.L. for diversity fucking cousins at Coors brewery yeah I drink the swill myself fill the bottles at the nursery. Hallelujah allele two confined to the same cell no pigeon shortage on my sill recessive genes define words you can't spell. They're no longer cliff-dwelling doves above beaches of sandstone, that's some kind of other love...