mansfield

Do you pay for your crimes
Does the punishment fit or drag your style to zero
You're nothing till the weekend.
If you think that you're the thrill
Take a look at your life, you kneel before your heroes
You're nothing till the weekend.






Could you care For the blind
Tell me all In all they're just your kind of zeros
something for the weekend
If you think that you can spell
Make a list of the cunts you'd send to hell and send them
Send them on the Weekend





Echo Echo, I know it's a sin to kiss & swallow,
Echo Echo, a kick in the head to kill the hollow.