Footprints in the Custard piosenki

‘Twas the night before Christmas and spirits were high I was all tucked up in bed I knew Santa was nigh The stockings were hung the mince pies were out And I drifted to sleep with good feelings throughout But when Santa descended the chimney his breathing...

Released from self-served exile The year of the weasel has come For five long years he has waited Now he’s back and the plan of attack Is to party and get messed up Fuck yeah let’s get annihilated Come on everybody Move your bodies Shake your arses swing your...