Lice Songtext
von Corker

Giant stone of lice
Oboe playing ice
Don′t whack it, scarecrow stalking
A room there full of death switch
Four cup on a fruit store animal
Clouds in the sky


Grooves went up
It does this time
Blow one up
Sharp my knife
Go fill up, vice
Go and pay up, price

Constant nonsense travelling
All got to spread out
I've tried that user forger twice
Who make the lice
Can′t take much more scrutiny
I want to re-roll
I feel the net engine scratching what's left of my life

Learn how to take, we store, sell lice
Pay

I don't believe the souls want you, once

You don′t define this, other′s scar fell, break