We have heard of the pustulated corpse who expired within your city walls. | |
Fevered and covered in pustulating sores. | |
So, everybody, open your mince pies, put your Bobby Sands together, and let's have a rousing round of sores...paws... sores...running, pustulating sores for Guy Ritchie! | |
We have heard of the pustulated corpse who expired within your city walls. | |
Fevered and covered in pustulating sores. | |
So, everybody, open your mince pies, put your Bobby Sands together, and let's have a rousing round of sores...paws... sores...running, pustulating sores for Guy Ritchie! | |