But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing🎵
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing🎵
The angel opens her eyes🎵
The angel opens her eyes🎵
Destroy us, or make us slaves!
We don't care, it's not our fault that we were born too late!
A screaming headache on the promised age
Killing time is appropriate
To make a mess and fuck all the rest, we say, we say
So what?
Destroy us, or make us slaves!
We don't care, it's not our fault that we were born too late!
A screaming headache on the promised age
Killing time is appropriate
To make a mess and fuck all the rest, we say, we say
So what?