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The Birthday Party - SWAMPLAND | Текст Иностранной Песни
Quicksand, I'm in it's grip Quicksand, I'm in it's grip A sinken in the mud Patron saint of the bog They come with boots of blood With pitchfork and
The Birthday Party - FEARS OF GUN | Текст Иностранной Песни
gun wears his alcoholism well finger in bottle and swingin' it still from Bed to Sink and back again clock is crawlin' round the same he's bustin' clock (he
The Birthday Party - SAY A SPELL | Текст Иностранной Песни
Turn to my eyes so I may steal you Snatching such a vision burns a shape into me Yet another hole, yet another hole In this infested soul, in this infested soul. Could
The Birthday Party - PLEASURE HEADS MUST BURN | Текст Иностранной Песни
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop! bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop! I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one I reckon if I touch it might just burn flesh-heads like me just wax and
The Birthday Party - DEAD JOE | Текст Иностранной Песни
Dead Joe Joe, Joe Joe Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead Joe Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead Joe Oh, welcome to the car smash Oh, welcome to the car smash
The Birthday Party - STOW-A-WAY | Текст Иностранной Песни
hey hey I am the stow-a-way hey hey I am the stow-a-way my girl turned as blue as an iceberg do and me I'm totally shipwrecked over her baby baby don't blow
The Birthday Party - BLAST OFF | Текст Иностранной Песни
Blast off Wham bam This time it's the truth This time nothing's gonna fall on through These books are broken up Blast off Wham bam Right
The Birthday Party - YARD | Текст Иностранной Песни
In our yard how many chickens can we count On our fingers and toes on their toes Sitting on father's hole sitting on his chest Crushing rocks of dirt the earth is soft in
The Birthday Party - SONNY'S BURNING | Текст Иностранной Песни
Hands up, who wants to die Have you heard how Sonny's burning Like some bright erotic star? And he lights up the proceedings And raises the temperature
The Birthday Party - 6" GOLD BLADE | Текст Иностранной Песни
I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl she: lying through her teeth, him: on his back hands off this one, hands off! she cried grinning at me from hip to hip
