Текст, перевод и аккорды “Kill Your Sons”
- All your two-bit psychiatrists Are giving you electroshock They said, theyd let you live at home with mom and dad Instead of mental hospitals But every time you tried to read a book You couldnt get to page 17 cause you forgot where you were So you couldnt even read Dont you know theyre gonna kill your sons Dont you know gonna kill, kill your sons Theyre gonna kill, kill your sons Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run away Mom informed me on the phone She didnt know what to do about dad Took an axe and broke the table Arent you glad youre married And sister, she got married on the island And her husband takes the train Hes big and hes fat And he doesnt even have a brain Theyre gonna kill your sons Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons Until they run away Creedmore treated me very good But paine whitney was even better And when I flipped out on phc I was so sad, I didnt even get a letter All of the drugs, that we took It really was lots of fun But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke You choke like a son of a gun Dont you know theyre gonna kill your sons Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
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