מילים לשיר Tourniquet Of Roses – Residents

The onion's in the fat
And the bacon's bought the bat
(Now where to went that rotten egg
And the Posie's never even near the picture For feelin' up my lover's leg
I'll boil him 'til the begs to be a breakfast) So I'm left all alone
Because my father fought the foam
And now I can't accept the pharmacy's prescription
So now there is a bank
Remined us of what we thought we ought to ding.a ling
Where once a summer spring For ringing ringing rockets
And all that's left
Roar a tub of a' lard today
Is something else
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