Thursday, October 11, 2007

No World for Tomorrow

So draw little piggy, better watch out for number one
(I'm feeling there's a bad wind blowing through there)
You better pull up the shutters because Lord knows now I ain't stomping through the woods, it's alive.
Little darling, don't you creep out that fucking runt
(It's best that you don't go walking through there)
Now please, don't bother knocking because God knows I ain't now stopping until you breathe, no more.


Thank you, Claudio.