Pumped into the grinder
pushed in by him behind ya
and like sausage meat we go to meet our maker,
the underground a wonderland,sit or stand,take ya places one by one,mind the gap and jump right on,and
in the make believe of Avalon we'll ride this steel horse to Babylon.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 7:49 AM UTC
Pumped into the grinder
pushed in by him behind ya
and like sausage meat we go to meet our maker,
the underground a wonderland,sit or stand,take ya places one by one,mind the gap and jump right on,and
in the make believe of Avalon we'll ride this steel horse to Babylon.
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