White Lung - Glue

I don’t want to know what is wrong with you
You got a cripple in your fate
Don’t want to hear what is hurting you
Be wise and you’ll mate

One day you’ll see
That her fat head will eat me

You’re a dead horse riding
But i’m out for you
Fill my pistol pocket
Melt her down to glue
Melt her down to glue

Sharp like a whip
Blue boney eyes
Sharp like a whip
Kill kid surprise

One day you’ll see
That her fat head will eat me

You’re a dead horse riding
But i’m out for you
Fill my pistol pocket
Melt her down to glue
Melt her down to glue