Me and my motor neuroneWe just want to be on our ownWithout Ian “Sludge” Lees.Let’s not go out tonightThere’s a great film on tonightAbout a couple on a caravan holidayWith Peter Grummitt as an acid casualtySet in Norfolk and it’s calledGodzilla eats DissDon’t know much about the Highway CodeAnd I’ve never read On The RoadI don’t read, I just memorise namesSo I can stagger through bohemian gamesAnd I’m going nowhere really slowThe last man who went to mow, ohCome on into my worldWhere everything is done without Carla LaneCome into my worldWhere Vanburn Holder joins a local grindcore outfitAll my dreams are nondescriptIn Nothing-Much-Next-The-SeaI saw Jesus but he didn’t see meSongtexteIf looks could kill I’d be all rightOh let there be lightCome on into my worldWhere everything is done without Carla LaneCome into my worldWhere Vanburn Holder joins a local grindcore outfitCome on into my worldCome on into my worldCome on into my worldCome on into my worldWhere Vanburn Holder joins a local grindcore outfitWhere everything is done without Carla LaneA world in which Grant BaynhamBurns in front of his childrenCome on into my worldCome on into my worldCome on into my worldCome on into my worldCome on into my worldWhere everything is done without Carla LaneCome into my worldWhere Vanburn Holder joins the local, joins a local, joins a local grindcore outfit
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