my style look me in the gut I've got fear from my own name I'd dig it up for you if you'd do the same I buried a bone and darling you don't know
Vertaling: Blinde Pilot. Ek begrawe 'n been.
it I'll take it any way I can My palms are generous When I witness fury scurry past my window Model city in a bottle plugged hostile Its bliss kissin