Предисловие Lyrics & Chords By Коммунизм

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Sat upon an empty box of Cheerios and settled Through the cracks of wooden floors Forming little cone mountains Fertile soil on which to rest My dirty little white stone ...read more

Beware the days of the year, little man When the moon hath a face like a silver crown Cleave if thou may'st to the home of thy clan And hide from the Werewolves of London Town ...read more

Регламент хронического счастья Подрался с грудным младенцем, Забрался в его коляску. С чистым и...read more

At last it's coming up, the sun The bodysnatcher's day be gone With blackened teeth and ruddy skin And swigging long upon his gin He's weak with his breaking back The corpse...read more