Burn Your Dinner Songtext
von Dining Dead

I wanna come over and burn your dinner
I′m a fly hanging 'round your kitchen

And all my friends don′t call me like they used to x2


I know mold, and it grows
Somewhere deep within
And my god only spits when she's really finished
I like those tiles x2

I know mold, and it grows
Somewhere deep within
And my god only spits when she's really finished

I like those tiles inside your house
Did you or your mom
Pick them out

Hey I′m around, I′m around, I'm around X4