Şarkı Sözünü Düzelt

Şarkıcı

Şarkı

Şarkı Sözleri grind your bones to make their bombs. nothing so slimy as a member, or obscene as the prime cut, the real chaos merchant, severed head of state. masters of disasters. with jingo + jargon, juggling with our jugulers, the iron lady cried, the people came to see, the rust blow down the street, morbid crowd.