Lyrics:
Los Lemons

you should hold your booze Please don't drop bombs on me I beg of thee just leave me in peace I'll have cold, kind and lemon eyes Oh, lemon eyes, my

Poor skeleton steps out, dressed up in bad blood Bad brains, bad thoughts and others deeds Poor skeleton no doubt, one of these days You can cast aside

have knives, but we've been waiting all our lives. And wait until the day arrives we will. We don't pretend we're fighting crime. We see the world in lemon

Hello you tiny cardboard box with matches inside. Hello you wooden match. Hello the light you provide. You keep me warm. you keep me safe. You know that

I am the white horse that death rode in on, I drove the first nail in the cross Assume the worst and pray for the best, we are all the Antichrist You

Emma get me a lemon and if there are none get me a lime and if we got none go out and get some i'm gonna wait here by your french door and you ask me

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