Testi Soundtracks :: V

Gee, but it's hard

When one lowers one's guard to the vultures



Now, me I regard it

A torturous hardship that smolders



Like a peppermint eaten away

Will I fight? Will I swagger, or sway?



Tee hee, milady

She cries like a baby

Scold us



See her tumbling down



Heil to the monkey

We're having a funky reunion



Wasted and sunk

He can only have Sunday communion



He's got nicotine stains in his eyes

He's got nothing to protect but his pride



Oh smothered a kiss

Or be drowned in blissful confusion



See her tumbling down