Spellbound
By WokeUpFuzzy on February 3, 2018 12:53 pm
You can't tell if Jimmy and that robot he calls the house band are having the best set of their lives, or the worst argument.
Lyrics:
Spellbound
Can't get drinks, can't get
A Round
In at the local establishment
I've been run aground by the sounds of hellhounds
Matchsticks
Thrown us into
Mad fits
You know I'm not wrong, so
Don't spark at that strip, don't flick those lit whicks
(What does that have to do with anything?)
You're gone
but I know you love
Slow songs
So this one's for you, I think
But we know I'm not strong, I belong to the throng
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