Ween Mushroom Festival In Hell текст песни, слова песни Mushroom Festival In Hell Ween
Ween - Mushroom Festival In Hell
In the emergence in the phosphorescent tears
And all the hippies gonna lick the mind of god?
They've already been immersed in the wad
The wind is howling and the sea is boiling down
The mind is the water, the mind is the water
'Cause it's a mushroom festival in hell
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