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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “My Satan Poem”

• Satan shows up on TV every Sunday morning I would have kissed her once again but I found her rather boring To listen to his messages Is like licking razor blades Seems like every time I play my hand shits commn up in spades My clothings nothing buy miss matched As you can see I broke my arm The FUCKER swore to take care of me But he only brought me harm The blueberries on my toast Are red and stale and rotten You ask me what all their names were and its guaranteed id forgotten If she could only anticipate the damage thats begun I would have caught the flight with her but im too tired to run When you find my naked body Please do heed my warning Satan shows up on TV every Sunday morning

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