Vendetta Red
Vendetta Red
Vendetta Red
Vendetta Red
Vendetta Red
Vendetta Red
Vendetta Red
Vendetta Red
Vendetta Red
Vendetta Red
Vendetta Red
Vendetta Red
Vendetta Red
Vendetta Red
I'm poking jigsaw vein with a rusty syringe
Like a pinch on the arm, baby, keep it surreal
Stand beneath the Eiffel Tower, freedom kiss on the mouth
Stare forever in the face until the fever runs out
You know you love the taste of tetnis
So pucker up and praise the slum lord
Shoot up with god