Mum. Guilty Rocks. Zeneszám

Your glancing cracks your skin
Clear lights on dirty bulbs, dirty bulbs

Your pants fall to the ground
They're filled with guilty rocks, guilty rocks

Your pants fall to the ground
They're filled with guilty rocks, guilty rocks

Your glancing cracks your skin
Clear lights on dirty bulbs, dirty bulbs

Your pants fall to the ground
They're filled with guilty rocks, guilty rocks