Royal City
My Brother Is The Meatman
There's kerosene on the bedA laughing goat under headBut oh no, oh no, I, I will not goToward the crooked rainMy brother is the meatmanBut I belong to the bandWith a chuckle from ear to earIn his smiling eyes, I fearBut I licked your bark with my bloody tongueBut I will not comeMy brother is the meatmanBut I belong to the bandMy brother is the meatmanBut I belong to the band
From Letras Mania