Black Mold
Yes, storm into coming
Are coming down
On this old planet
Guess I get in wrong
I said check the
I can't say
Prediction in making
I'll catch you
He said, down on
And do it now
It's a music
But to do again
Got the move, all stinks
All from get ready
Get on
Got the move,
Out of the way, whoa!
The and are coming
Are coming down
The march the planet
Black will grow
Black mold, black mold
Black mold, black mold
Black mold, black mold
Black mold, black mold
Autor(es): The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
