The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
Don't you speak to her like that
She's just a crazy, mad girl with a jukebox heart
Punching, whirring, singing tunes that take her head apart
But that doesn't mean that she can stop
It's all screwed tight as a knot
So you adjust your sight, and press the buttons right