Poplin Twist Acid Drinkers

Psychodelic band gives them a rythm Swollen procession in disgusting hops Look at the blind man following the sound
Exciting cacophony - money play but... ...I leave the shadow of my shapely ass For these sick prophets leave them alone
Let them creep, let them rot in peace In their poplin, poplin twist In morbid dance You stifle In morbid dance You stifle In morbid dance
You stifle In morbid dance If you only feel the blues, yah, yah, yah


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