Glue - White Lung

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