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Something you should know about Crap Lyrics Title: L7 - Crap lyrics Artist: L7 Lyrics Visitors: 216 visitors have hited Crap Lyrics since May 27, 2008. I met a skinhead named Scrap. He lived in my friends garage. Every day he's shakin' that spray paint can. And he comes out seein' stars. Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask. Until your mind starts to gel 'Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell. So he met some Christians from hell Said, "lets go to Vegas, man." So he packed up his leather and his red beret Into that big, bad Christian van. Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent Until you mind starts to gel 'Cause the preacher thumps the Bible with a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell. Well, he came back to the garage But the garage, it wasn't there And he dug metallic gold more than Luke and John Now he's growing his hair. Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel 'Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell Fans who visit this lyrics also like: Maybe you are looking for: L7 - Crap Lyrics for mp3 L7 - Crap Lyric L7 - Crap Letras L7 - Crap Songtexte L7 - Crap Lyrique L7 - Crap Testo L7 - Crap Referencias Tips to look for free audio clips (Don't use those tips to download illegally. To buy music is always the best way to support your idols) |
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