bruiserboy

Theres some kinda love, theres some kinda hate
the maggots in the iron lung wont copulate
and its whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
and its whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoah
Whoah-whoah
oh-oh-oh
Here the cats cry, little tortured babies in pain,
cracked necks on settled limbs, they dont hesitate
and its whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Baby
whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
and its whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoah
Whoah-whoah
oh-oh-oh
Theres some kinda love, theres some kinda hate
We're gonna tell you all about it now
the maggots in the iron lung wont copulate
and its whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
baby
whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
baby
and its whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoah
Whoah-whoah
oh-oh-oh