Junk Songtext
von Ninety Pound Wuss
Junk Songtext
The need to realize
Shot, shot, shot, blank
Staring down the barrel of my arm
Shot, shot, shot, dead
It′s over drawn black Shot, shot, shot, red
No restrictions
Sucking eyes inward, immobile
Bionic continuity
Till death do us part
Shot, shot, shot, blank
Staring down the barrel of my arm
Shot, shot, shot, dead
It′s over drawn black Shot, shot, shot, red
No restrictions
Sucking eyes inward, immobile
Bionic continuity
Till death do us part
Writer(s): Jeff Bettger, Marty Martinez, John Spalding, Dale Yob Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
