6 acessos
Sunglasses and 'Credence'
Salt, Wather and a fryin brain
This morning I gonna cut my leg
Call the sharks for a dinner and
For a party too
Seaside suicide
Oh yeah, bad moon rises
Cigarettes and drinks
Burning summer, what you mean?
In this desert and wet town
I gonna wash my sins
Until my last breath
Seaside suicide
Oh yeah, bad moon rises