歌词
I got a message for the acolytes,
I am your man for wife he find
I got a thirst for liquid gold,
I'll bludgeon 'til the body's cold
The stony hiss of cockatrice has cast us into serfdom
I close my eyes and spur
Imelda down the mountainside, for a liberated
Spectrum!I took a
No-Face by his beak, and broke his jaw, he'll never speak again
I took a No-
Face by his beak, and broke his jaw, he'll never speak again
My every move is guided by the bidding of the singer
The night is split by the whistle of my amber whip, and the fire from my fingers!
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