Tekstovi: Misfits. Walk Among Us. Skulls.

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the corpses all hang headless and limp bodies with no surprises and the blood drains down like devil's rain we'll bathe tonight i want your skulls i need your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls demon i am and face i peel to see your skin turned inside out, 'cause gotta have you on my wall gotta have you on my wall, 'cause i want your skulls i need your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls go collect the heads of little girls and put 'em on my wall hack the heads off little girls and put 'em on my wall oh oh i want your skulls i need your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls whoa