Bass Drum of Death - No Soul

When I punch my ticket
I'm a glass snake don't I know
Round and round in my sphere
She bounds through on a roll
What have I got here
Heartbreak through the nose
When I get much closer
Unlaced with a show

She's got no soul
Black hole
No soul
Black Hole

Then I'm right back in it
My face all aglow
She disposes of me slickly
Tore my apart while taking it slow

No soul
Black Hole
No soul
Black Hole

Get down I'm a wanted man
Get down I'm a wanted man
Get down I'm a wanted man
Get down I'm a wanted man

No soul
Black Hole
No soul
Black Hole
No soul
Black Hole

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Bass Drum of Death

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