Paroles de Your Golden Ass

early minor japanese pitcher sidearm slow tic a wolfish mouth on a mouse-ish face lady from shanghai 3rd man shot wild in the house of mirrors vicodin itch bite your lip take it all in but it ain't sticking it ain't sticking it ain't sticking it ain't sticking speed and grace traded tea lites for an irish womb don't you get only what you ask for every time everytime comeback comeback comeback come make your make your make your motion corn your crown your crown your crown your crown your crown your golden ass blackbirds in formation blown like thumbtacks spilling across a marble sky the key slides like olive oil into the lock into the lock mean old sun baring down mothers milk breathe in for me bloood orange in an amaretto pool don't you get only what you ask for everytime