Besedila:
Mark Brown Other

hill bloated. Nobody got you. While biggest brother's watching bigger brother watching big brother watch you. Nothing says circus fun quite like nuclear holocaust over breakfast on the terrace. Hash browns

. I remember the nights spent in thine arms, while making dark love with bestial charm. A setting provided with incessant rain, sipping the blood from each others

really good idea, i write it down at my diary before it puts off in my head. And you know what've come to me? The other day, that all the really knock

'd seen a ghost up on the boulevard between the broken bricks It's hard to tell a gifts of the spirit from clever counterfeits Sleep walk through my days and mark

But you be crossin' over here to see what's in my hand Yeah, but that's cool too I gets my money on the double, that's what I do Hittin' them brown bubbles

Oh-arr you're a good lad Here is a pound note The stupid bitch They were made for each other You should have met his brother His mother was deaf and dumb

was silver and shit I got to be the pioneer of this shit Bottom line I'm going to show you how to do it, check it I spit that other shit, that's the

tourist. By friday afternoon, waldo was set. he was packed and the post office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. he'd marked the package &

love Paint me, mark me up In these frail, dot-to-dot lines Color me from one red stream From which all others flow Take my black and white and yellow Brown