Lyrics:
Couseng?
Brûlé, brûlé - Frankfurter Küche
Rühre die Brühe, Ceranfeld von von Siemens
(farina,farina) Koch das J bis es siedet
Steaming, Cleaning, Project
the wolf comes out tonight
When the wolf comes out tonight
I wanna see you breathing
I got the windows steaming
I wanna see you breathing
Howling
setbacks reveal how bad you really want it
I'm there when the sparks fly
Riding golden dragons
Thinking lavish, steaming cabbage, dreaming savage
Never
partner glowing
Back and forth
You move your feet
Steaming hot
You feel the heat.
Step back in the old days
Loving with the new ways
See you
mixer for you, baby
A churning urn of burning funk
Well, I'm a demolition derby
A hefty hunk of steaming junk
Now, I'm a napalm bomb, baby
Just
of business what sweet life in sin
MOJN
D'you get the meaning
We outparty all
We go steaming
And we won't back off
It's a night for rumbling
Time to go too
and a pop
We've been playing all day cause we've had this court non stop
The city sun is hot - all the courts they steaming
Bright eyed yong ball
a cement mixer for you, baby
A churning urn of burning funk
Well, I'm a demolition derby (yeah)
A hefty hunk of steaming junk, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Now,
canvas
crush! original bum rush ya' lose
we hard granite, the fucking best on the planet
shine for light years, steaming hot like the amazon
in your
the empty in steaming piles
You'll find the truth down in the basement
Hiding out beneath the pavement
Just beneath the reach of agendas only seen in green
By this Alcazar DJ
So you should lay the blame
We didn't start the fire
Everybody's dreaming
Everybody's screaming
Everybody's steaming
you she was cool, she was red hot
I mean she was steaming
That night over at Johnny's place
Well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face
I want to open up my guts
And crawl inside to make a home
And nestle up inside the steaming
Softness silent and alone
I want to pull apart
Teachers tearing up their lives
This boy he's like hot water
He's steaming up and boiling inside
I will tie you to the clouds
So you can watch me from
a cement mixer for you, baby
A churning urn of burning funk
Well, I'm a demolition derby (yeah)
A hefty hunk of steaming junk, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Now,
Twas a hot afternoon, the last day of June
And the sun was a demon
The clouds were afraid, 110 in the shade
And the pavements were steaming
I
broad excuse for my impending failure
The locker room was steaming food and tea for my abuses
I'll make a GYRO shop of human stock and make a fortune
lustful force I stuff the steaming mess inside my face
The taste of my cum stained guts is as heavenly as when I came
Now I'm full and just came,
steaming
mounds of flesh
Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!
Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!
how long it would take
Before she screamed and she's screaming
And the wind is there steaming
And the things I hear her saying man I think she's really
bleeds haemorrhaging, blood drips on my feet sticking to your encrusted sheets wallowing in pools of steaming shit inhaling the stench of filthiness bleed
it seems
I can't stop grieving
Waiting under ground
My mind is blind
My heart's still steaming
It's a fast plane to this drag
I think I
winds of rage
Black metal jaw
In a fierce grin
Black metal jaw
Grinds like a saw
This is the solstice of a burning wrath
A steaming roar, breathing lust
You can smell the tires burn
Rapid speed, really steaming
Beyond the realms of death
With each unspoken breath
There's nothing you can't face
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