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Paroles de Dead End Street

Wheelchair, take him
In sad eyes, compromise too
You’re gonna die, with the cat’s seven horses
In dough, we’re all corpses

Fiend, drive through me
Insert me
Where I can sway through you...

We’re brought to school, we’re ignorant
We try to learn and in the end
We’re all appealing thee (ignore it)

Lie to me
Silverware,
with the cuts and the bruises
In your arm, in business-bra
Aaaaaah

Fiend, drive me ohh
Insert me aaah
Where I can sway through you...

We’re brought to school, we’re ignorant
We try to learn and in the end
We’re all appealing thee, ignore it