| Song | Last Call for Russell's Balls |
| Artist | Ten Foot Pole |
| Album | Subliminable Messages |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Levy | |
| Russell's new uptight trust-fund princess reigns | |
| Stares down her coke-burned nose and sets new rules | |
| Forbids his listening to punk rock music | |
| Tried to burn his copy of | |
| The People's | |
| History His face is blank, bloodless, inexpressive, | |
| All passion drained by the unhallowed leech | |
| Last Call for | |
| Russell's | |
| Balls The | |
| Demon must be fed | |
| Last Call for | |
| Russell's | |
| Balls They're hanging by a thread | |
| Russell says it's true love more like sick games | |
| A bitter brawl at midnight in the street | |
| Some cars have stopped to watch the loud commotion | |
| Laughing at the wicked witch of | |
| West Hollywood | |
| Strings held tight a dancing marionette doll | |
| A painted smile on a wooden face | |
| Last Call... | |
| A phone call woke up | |
| Russ in the middle of the night | |
| As she reached down his trousers with sharp scissors and a light | |
| Caught the blades before the amputation was complete | |
| It seems the rearview mirror's where she would've hung the meat | |
| Born-again with pride, | |
| Russ hands her the broomstick | |
| Says it's time for her to fly away forever... | |
| Last Call saved | |
| Russell's balls | |
| The Demon's face turned red | |
| Smoke shot out her ears | |
| When he kicked her of bed | |
| He saved himself this time | |
| From the evil bride-to-be | |
| So clearly serpentine | |
| Now she's just a memory |
| zuo qu : Levy | |
| Russell' s new uptight trustfund princess reigns | |
| Stares down her cokeburned nose and sets new rules | |
| Forbids his listening to punk rock music | |
| Tried to burn his copy of | |
| The People' s | |
| History His face is blank, bloodless, inexpressive, | |
| All passion drained by the unhallowed leech | |
| Last Call for | |
| Russell' s | |
| Balls The | |
| Demon must be fed | |
| Last Call for | |
| Russell' s | |
| Balls They' re hanging by a thread | |
| Russell says it' s true love more like sick games | |
| A bitter brawl at midnight in the street | |
| Some cars have stopped to watch the loud commotion | |
| Laughing at the wicked witch of | |
| West Hollywood | |
| Strings held tight a dancing marionette doll | |
| A painted smile on a wooden face | |
| Last Call... | |
| A phone call woke up | |
| Russ in the middle of the night | |
| As she reached down his trousers with sharp scissors and a light | |
| Caught the blades before the amputation was complete | |
| It seems the rearview mirror' s where she would' ve hung the meat | |
| Bornagain with pride, | |
| Russ hands her the broomstick | |
| Says it' s time for her to fly away forever... | |
| Last Call saved | |
| Russell' s balls | |
| The Demon' s face turned red | |
| Smoke shot out her ears | |
| When he kicked her of bed | |
| He saved himself this time | |
| From the evil bridetobe | |
| So clearly serpentine | |
| Now she' s just a memory |
| zuò qǔ : Levy | |
| Russell' s new uptight trustfund princess reigns | |
| Stares down her cokeburned nose and sets new rules | |
| Forbids his listening to punk rock music | |
| Tried to burn his copy of | |
| The People' s | |
| History His face is blank, bloodless, inexpressive, | |
| All passion drained by the unhallowed leech | |
| Last Call for | |
| Russell' s | |
| Balls The | |
| Demon must be fed | |
| Last Call for | |
| Russell' s | |
| Balls They' re hanging by a thread | |
| Russell says it' s true love more like sick games | |
| A bitter brawl at midnight in the street | |
| Some cars have stopped to watch the loud commotion | |
| Laughing at the wicked witch of | |
| West Hollywood | |
| Strings held tight a dancing marionette doll | |
| A painted smile on a wooden face | |
| Last Call... | |
| A phone call woke up | |
| Russ in the middle of the night | |
| As she reached down his trousers with sharp scissors and a light | |
| Caught the blades before the amputation was complete | |
| It seems the rearview mirror' s where she would' ve hung the meat | |
| Bornagain with pride, | |
| Russ hands her the broomstick | |
| Says it' s time for her to fly away forever... | |
| Last Call saved | |
| Russell' s balls | |
| The Demon' s face turned red | |
| Smoke shot out her ears | |
| When he kicked her of bed | |
| He saved himself this time | |
| From the evil bridetobe | |
| So clearly serpentine | |
| Now she' s just a memory |