Fissure Of Rolando Songtext
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I'm a steel driver: railroad spike right in your ear
I'm a hot rodder: with a greasy ballpeen hammer dear
As the eggheads rot in the sulphur pits of Hell
You'll hear me laughin': ringin' death's doorbell
Your eyeballs extracted: exactly just so
Fit to be tied: cross your beak in a pretty bow
They found her body beautiful, but never found her head
I'm a hot rodder: with a greasy ballpeen hammer dear
As the eggheads rot in the sulphur pits of Hell
You'll hear me laughin': ringin' death's doorbell
Your eyeballs extracted: exactly just so
Fit to be tied: cross your beak in a pretty bow
They found her body beautiful, but never found her head
Just a sweet goo and a nylon tricot thread
Just one good tire on my Monte Carlo Alamo
Just one good blow to the fissure of Rolando
Just one good tire on my Monte Carlo Alamo
Just one good blow to the fissure of Rolando
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