Lyric Context Universe
and you filled your palms with dirty bombs
instead of hand grenades
i am teeth which cannot bite
and you filled your palms with dirty bombs
instead of hand grenades
i am teeth which cannot bite
from out the fiery depths of a blazing inferno
jumping out of live helicopters juggling hand grenades
with bullet necklaces
from out the fiery depths of a blazing inferno
jumping out of live helicopters juggling hand grenades
with bullet necklaces
to holidays for the head
if plans were hand grenades
we'd all be dead
to holidays for the head
if plans were hand grenades
we'd all be dead