Marshall, Please Die şarkı sözleri

Open the iron gates, let the cattle free Protect the books and those you hold dear Dust fills the horizon, waiting for saneful rain Come down. Pour down, we need some wetness on this ground Your dream your blurring face on a cover of a magazine Your dream is to be on the fucking tele Run run for cover Save the sane from this dirt go Carry around this load and make me see this point This point of yours you swear by Although it might be very hard to take you seriously Considering the fact that you have mash for brains It will be really hard You can try but I wouldn't put my money on you Hope you succeed and get your well deserved 5 min. of fame