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PT-141

Voodoo Grace Notes

PT-141

Cubic, compact and clean, our hero heads home
Requisite Rolex on wrist, a motive in mind.
Dutifully droning his day, a pitiful price to pay
He'll get just what he came here for, yeah he can afford to be free

He's at peace with his fate, he'll never need to be afraid
He's at peace with his fate, he'll never need to be afraid

His money misting the maw, he's dumping the damned
Pouring his possible progeny down the drain, he's damping the dame
Happily holding her heaves down, oh she's satisfied
She'll get just what she came here for, yeah she can afford to be free

She's at peace with her fate, she'll never need to be afraid
She's at peace with her fate, she'll never need to be afraid.

PT-141

Compacto, limpio y ordenado, nuestro héroe se dirige a casa
Con su Rolex necesario en la muñeca, un motivo en mente.
Cumpliendo obedientemente su día, un precio lamentable a pagar
Obtendrá justo lo que vino a buscar, sí, puede permitirse ser libre

Está en paz con su destino, nunca necesitará tener miedo
Está en paz con su destino, nunca necesitará tener miedo

Su dinero humedece la boca, está deshaciéndose de los condenados
Derramando su posible descendencia por el desagüe, está apagando a la dama
Sosteniendo felizmente sus arcadas, oh, ella está satisfecha
Ella obtendrá justo lo que vino a buscar, sí, puede permitirse ser libre

Está en paz con su destino, nunca necesitará tener miedo
Está en paz con su destino, nunca necesitará tener miedo.

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