Mitch Songtext
von Gristmill
Mitch Songtext
There′s nothing I can say
That will make this hunger go away
So I'm biding my time
Until I can make him a meal of mine
The freshest cut of meat
Swept into the grasps of the devil′s heat
The taste of his flesh
Backed up with the smoke of ten cigarettes
That will make this hunger go away
So I'm biding my time
Until I can make him a meal of mine
The freshest cut of meat
Swept into the grasps of the devil′s heat
The taste of his flesh
Backed up with the smoke of ten cigarettes
Writer(s): Tommy Blaney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
