Rollins Power Sauce

Beck

You tell no-one, nobody 
Beating on you, no defenses 
False faces, bloody wallet 
Ripping out your head, put on my clothes 
No, I wouldn't want you 
Where the blood is all washed off 
Where the blood is washed off 
And I got no focus, got no focus
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