Shoot Up With God Lyrics

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.Vendetta Red - Shoot Up With God - http://motolyrics.com/vendetta-red/shoot-up-with-god-lyrics.html

You know you love the taste of tetnis.

So pucker up and praise the slum lord.

Shoot up with god.