Shake Well Testo

Testo Shake Well

Music, it kills your brain cells
So please turn this off my son
And write poetry
Of birds and pretty things

Flowers and whores
Don't mean a thing to me
They represent everything I hate

Your beliefs are slowly dying
So just stop trying
Why even bother
Putting up with this
Just to come and feel it

Flowers and whores
Don't mean a thing to me
They represent everything I hate