Comadre Slangin' Rocks In The House Of God! Lyrics

we could build a city in a single day, but in a couple of seconds we would try to bury our regrets, they dont make caskets like they used to, with escape b___ons. so grab my chest and slip your fingers through my ribs, hold on to this blood machine inside because its all about to end.

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