Drazen Boskic

Fettle Little Stains

Fettle little stains on a thermal floor

Fettle them all before they come

Think I killed Bart Ďs biggest fan

I delivered him a scuttle

Father

Want my legoís back

And share our turquoise sofa with you

Rohrís blonde wonít be lifting weight anymore

I made him cold

I made him feel bored

I made him cold

Fettle little stains

Itís just one less of a million Simpsonís fans

Fettle little stains

Itís just that he got too many teeth

Or will there be Rotaís whites

That would say this little Rosicrucian hadnít got a right

Or just an institution

Where Iíd blow up the rest of my mission

But I didnít eat him

Father

But I didnít eat him

No

Like I have been told by love

Though starting with his heart

Never seemed bad

Wish I had

Wish I had

Fettle little stains

Fettle little stains

Fettle little stains

Fettle little stains

Fettle little stains 

 

 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 06/23/2006.

 

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