Wrinkled Fred Lyrics
Blast Lyrics
Blast, blast, blast
Your head explode
Grin on your face and twisted mind
Sweat on your hands, excited like a child
Another plan seems to work out
The show will start, it's a question of time
Run, run, run, you're like a bomb
Hide, hide, it's gonna blow
Bursting bombs, you smile like a child
Grin on your face when people die
You choose a place which has to burst
It's a great fun when you watch us guess
And then you bet on the number of deaths
The clock is ticking waiting for blast
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