L.f.m. (lovesick Fascist Meathead) - текст песни
L.f.m. (lovesick Fascist Meathead)
"You have to discipline yourself. Do the work of a minister."
Our work takes in points of brochure I'd be lost otherwise, I'm sure Chasing map across country Our work doffs hat he says, "I'm the friend. We must to the common end, Work quickly and quietly For can you not feel the power, the glory The power, the glory, for ever, amen?"
Our work / Feet touching ceiling beams Not telling the truth, it seems Truth trickling down the wires "For can you not feel the power, the glory, The power, the glory, for ever, amen?"
"Cheerful missionary tale. If you can't convert 'em, buzz 'em."
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