Tête Hand
Are you going to, scrach your head
And let the light come in
From your loser flower fields
You can still come through the door
With your hands above your head
And let you hit your frames
Let the dust commence
He heals his opium doors
Keeps his knife close
He'll never bother you
Just he doesn't bother him
You can still come through the door
With your hands above your head
And let you hit your frames
Let the dust commence
And let the light come in
From your loser flower fields
You can still come through the door
With your hands above your head
And let you hit your frames
Let the dust commence
He heals his opium doors
Keeps his knife close
He'll never bother you
Just he doesn't bother him
You can still come through the door
With your hands above your head
And let you hit your frames
Let the dust commence
Credits
Writer(s): Balog Zsombor
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