Lyrics

Anarchy and sympathy entwined in mediocrity I never liked the way you move Those conifers, those are louder than my ten-gallon hat That's crazy, but it's true Baby, I'm in actual pain Baby, I'm in actual pain Baby, I'm in actual pain And it don't tickle like the handbook said Ill will never dulled the meaning of the word I never even heard you scream Magnolia, alpine white, or somewhere in-between Baby, I'm in actual pain Baby, I'm in actual pain Baby, I'm in actual pain And it don't tickle like the handbook said My lifeblood leaking on the hеavy metal grass I never stoppеd to ask your name Sincerely, your best friend and ever-loving companion Baby, I'm in actual pain Baby, I'm in actual pain Baby, I'm in actual pain And it don't tickle like the handbook said