Close down your mind
Cuz the scent is unkind
And the time has arrived
And you should mature
A junkie bum dirt scum fill the walls of his mind
Blank mind twisted from the low down tip
Inevitable trap trip trouble whiffin' wax bag blues the legend grows of your dream to lose
Now yr runnin' scared where polarities are gross
Sweatin' with the virus
Soon be with the ghosts
So put down those books and dry off in another town.
Holy Sons - Wax Bag Blues Lyrics
Holy Sons - Wax Bag Blues Lyrics
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Close down your mind
Cuz the scent is unkind
And the time has arrived
And you should mature
A junkie bum dirt scum fill the walls of his mind
Blank mind twisted from the low down tip
Inevitable trap trip trouble whiffin' wax bag blues the legend grows of your dream to lose
Now yr runnin' scared where polarities are gross
Sweatin' with the virus
Soon be with the ghosts
So put down those books and dry off in another town.
Cuz the scent is unkind
And the time has arrived
And you should mature
A junkie bum dirt scum fill the walls of his mind
Blank mind twisted from the low down tip
Inevitable trap trip trouble whiffin' wax bag blues the legend grows of your dream to lose
Now yr runnin' scared where polarities are gross
Sweatin' with the virus
Soon be with the ghosts
So put down those books and dry off in another town.
Writer: Emil Amos Snizek
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Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.