The Dream Box Mechanics – Tarantino lyrics

Verse 1:
I was fever held
Sick as a dog near dead
Sprawled out and only friends
With my couch

When something made me
Turn my head
And it vaguely
Reminded me of Mexico

(Of Mexico…)


Dust blown down criminal roads
Buck shot, cold killers and knives
Brought to you tonight
Mr. Tarantino!


(A round of applause!)
C’mon and give it up!
Lets give it up again!
C’mon now give it up
Let’s give it up again
For Mr. Tarantino…


The stoke of Midnight
Fell to my remote
As I counted all of the stars
That ain’t going to heaven


(Let’s give it up for Mr. Tarantino)

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