The Psycho Nubs - RX7 lyrics

rate me

Murder in a golden RX7

I perspired blood praying she wouldn’t make heaven

Cuz in the end, I knew I’d end up in hell

The souls of the cheated are such an easy sell

Now I fumble down the streets of haven’t

Medicate the pain, no balls to snuff it

We must be together again

A kiss on the cheek as we burn for our sins

When in doubt sing,

Whoa-oh-oh!

Murder in a golden RX7

With you around there’s more hell than heaven

But in the end we all end up in hell

The souls of the cheated are now up for sale

When in doubt sing,

Whoa-oh-oh!