Those teeth still in our bones You'll find us lying in your beds We'll invade your homes We're sick of modern art We're sick, sick, sick of modern art
Tradução: La explosión. Sick Of Modern Art.
throwing rocks at the house next door you better make sure you got bullet proof doors more time to get your closets clean the skeleton police are on
years, those teeth still in our bones you'll find us lying in your beds we'll invade your homes we're sick of modern art we're sick sick sick of modern art
born leader character executioner thats your signature character assasination fascination the nation now we're attached at the television watching death
we live in the last of the landscape we live in the cracks of the pavement we live in the inside out we live in the out of tune we live on the breath
old your beat ideas are store bought? do you own what you say? or did you steal from a pawn shop borrow it from a loan shark trade for some retro art
