Rob Zombie - Pussy Liquor | Текст песни

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• Rob Zombie
• Pussy Liquor

Give me a 'B', Give me a 'A',
Give me a 'B', Give me a 'Y'.
Whats that spell?
Whats that spell?!
Whats that spell?!!
Baby...

Earl had a baby, baby was her name.
He knew she was crazy, tiny was the same.
Down behind the shed, slaughterin' the hog.
Slice along the belly, feed her to the dog.

1,2,3, who should I kill?
Every motherfucker running up the hill.
1,2,3, what should I do?
Get fucked up and fuck up a'you.

Pussy Liquor!
Make me sicker!
Pussy Liquor!
Do it quicker!

Yeah we liked to get fucked up, (fucked up)
Yeah i like to get fucked up too!
Yeah I bet you do.

Yeah we liked to get fucked up, (fucked up)
Yeah i like to get fucked up too!
Yeah I bet you do.

Dane had a baby, Otis was his name.
white as a ghost, totally insane.
Otis loves the girls young and clean,
drowning in a bucket of gasoline.

1,2,3, who should I kill?
Every motherfucker running up the hill.
1,2,3, what should I do?
Get fucked up and fuck up a'you.

Pussy Liquor!
Make me sicker!
Pussy Liquor!
Do it quicker!

Yeah we liked to get fucked up, (fucked up)
Yeah i like to get fucked up too!
Yeah I bet you do.

Yeah we liked to get fucked up, (fucked up)
Yeah i like to get fucked up too!
Yeah I bet you do.

Don't you know something,
He won't tell.
Gone all night,
Send them to a hell.
Burnin' in the house,
Spirits are alive.
A tongue lashing mama,
Help 'em to survive.

1,2,3, who should I kill?
Every motherfucker running up the hill.
1,2,3, what should I do?
Get fucked up and fuck up a'you.

Pussy Liquor!
Make me sicker!
Pussy Liquor!
Do it quicker!