Letra de CLAUDE, Melvins
The seeded truth be bare, my dear. Those sub-dun potterys come over quite clear. Those who see both left and right and claw excive dry bodies for a god to call and I can leave your handy.
The seeded truth be bare, my dear. Those sub-dun potterys come over quite clear. Those who see both left and right and claw excive dry bodies for a god to call and I can leave your handy.