Текст: Harloe. I Had The Money Shot, Sut She Went Broke.

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This ain't a threat

Your own sympathy's all you've got

Deep breath. Regret.

We are not sorry, we are not.



Nothing but Hell can save us now,

Nothing can save us now



DEEP... BREATHS...

Incarcerate the ones/that seem to have all the answers

They'll never see the sun/'till the find the cure for the cancer

RE........GRET.....



How dare you?

Baby, I'm a rock and roll nightmare.

How dare you?

Baby, I'm a rock and roll nightmare.

How dare you?

Baby, I'm a rock and roll nightmare.

How dare you?

Baby, I'm just rock and roll.