Nazi Rodeo lyrics
Corner-sitting in a club that I'm sure to love
All for a better view of the very few things in life that I am already sure of (The things I love) And I go: "Hands caressing the skin, they're dying to get in." Even the winners lose You know the trigger to pull your weight To give me headache So dance Talk shit And throw your guns in the goddamn air
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