Shoot Up With God Lyrics
I'm poking jigsaw vein with a rusty syringe.
Like a pinch on the arm, baby, keep it surreal.
Stand beneath the Eiffel Tower, freedom kiss on the mouth.
Stare forever in the face until the fever runs out.
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You know you love the taste of tetnis.
So pucker up and praise the slum lord.
Shoot up with god.