Testo di Autopsy

Dear God, do you want to turn knucles down and hold yourself Dear God, can you climb off that tree made in the shape of a T Dear God, the paper says you were the king in the black limosine Dear Jon and all the kings men, couldn't put your head together again Dear God, the sky's as blue as a gunshot wound Dear God, if you were alive you know we'd kill you Before the bullets Before the flies Before authourities take out my eyes The only smiling are your dolls that are made But you are plastic and so are your brains