The Preacher's Club - Bleached Lyrics

Petting dogs with a closed fist
Why would you do that
Hometown hero, you're on his list
And he's not looking back
The story of a boy who never lost
And he's on the road he never walks
Now those days are gone, for good
He's got six arms that'll
Help him bleach his hair, if he could
But why would he do that
Meet a lover on the block of every avenue
But that's a side that he'll never show you
Every thread is spun
It's a gun he can't run from
Superego death, now what's left
Now those days are gone, for good
He's got six arms that'll
Help him bleach his hair, if he could
But why would he do that
But why would he do that
But why would he do that
Now those days are gone, for good
He's got six arms that'll
Help him bleach his hair, if he could
But why would he do that
Now those days are gone, for good
He's got six arms that'll
Help him bleach his hair, if he could
But why would he do that