Strapping Young Lad Aaa
devy in the corner of his teen year born to run away children in the middle with the village idiot so he never made the potty grade now maybe he pulled a little closer cold in a mousy way boom boom as they came a little closer put a bolt in the curse today now devy has to eat it in his own way broke in a dirty way boom boom is the beating that I hear in the night but no one hears, so no one no and no one f..cks with me devy wants a word with the master I got no need to run away down on the road isn't easy, but I never would back away... boom boom in the morning with the night sounds no way to run away boom boom as the boredome of monogamy hits one more time... no one must know... no one must know... no one must know... no one must know this machine... devy got a taste of some black shit born in another way and it probably would have been easy, but it never worked out that way boom boom in the corner with the well - soiled bound to amalgamate boom boom as it kills the inhibitions ...no more games no one must know...
