Seven foot frame rats along his back when he calls your name it all fades to black yeah he sees your dreams and feast on your screams

7 foot frame rats along his back when he calls your name it all fade to black and he sees your dreams and feast on your screams we don't talk about bruno no no no we don't talk about bruno

I'm sorry mi Vida go on... Bruno says it looks like rain, why did he tell usss... In doing so he floods my brain... Abula get the umbrellas... Married in a harrican... What a Joyce day but anyway... We don't talk about bruno no no no we don't talk about bruno

Ok have fun on the camp and take care (tommorow)