Paroles de Rusty Cells

Here's the spray set for the ozon health and the glasses to see 'round all corners and bends My mind is happy, thinking 'bout a ball and at the same time the media spits out the reality of war So it's rust in all the cells Santa Claus wipes the jingle bells Never their harmonies reach old charme Guns sending their greetings without alarms Peace for hip waste, business called love cigarette strength, beauty on the rocks Internet freaks work with holy trends 'til four ill seasons, working at the same time, are the last thing on earth what's left So it's rust in all the cells Santa Claus wipes the jingle bells Never their harmonies reach old charme Bombs sending their greetings without alarms