A Burden Called Aimara - mob FERRARI

Final song by ABCA. Circa 2006. R.I.P.
Lyrics:
Go tell the sheriff the kid has come back home
This is the
new year, head for the gallows
This is a game show with
live ammunition
Go tell the sheriff the kid's on a
rampage
This is a gameshow with crossfire on
catwalks

Yeah i got off to you, but only because you
made it a habit
We're all parading the way that we should
have been until the float burned down

Alright, come on,
alright, come on
Martyrs, murders, muggers, tempt
me

Your coat says captain, walk the plank
He raised his
daughter at strip joints

You're billboard material, you
know i'm right
Kiddnappers! Kidnap her
We are we are
Aimara
Slower slower oh damn you're good at that, you're
good at that
Carry on Mr. DJ, play that song for a wedding
at the funeral

Thats right, i said it, now there is
nothing left to lose except
Her hexes, her hexes, her
hexes
Never have I ever seen an ego like this
Carry her
to the trunk, shut her up, shut her up...

I'm too sexy
for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, to sexy for my
I'm
too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, to sexy for
me DAMN!

We always disprove theory
Our politics blow
you away
Guaranteed we will rock your face off
Take
cover...

Your coat says captain, walk the plank
You've
made your dollar, get off me
Your coat says captain, walk
the plank
He raised his daughter at strip
joints

Sniper, your OK in my book
Cameras rolling,
murder her

Category:

Music

Tags:

• burden
• called
• aimara
• mob
• ferrari
• chaddt
• grindcore
• hardcore