Fm Bats songs lyrics

All the rest stops, lames and moptops, look beach but speak los angeles, no rest could mess with bad blowjobs that play precious, i know you know...

All the old creeps crawling with their stale wine midnighter's comedown, and the strayhound calling, eight straight with not one sober round....

Just take another step towards your death there at, flooded bloody waters of easy to forgets and are you getting some please let me in on one another...

I'm second guessing a caught off moment and a cross eyed glare, was it your what, what- sounds like your luck's fucked, clawed eyed balls another...

Mr. cannonman i'm not a fan or friend, i've got your target ready if you're headed near, just some other town so what's it all about, and i hear your...