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- Watching Stock Car Racing On My Wedding Night Lyrics / with translationsi never, ever want to be hooked up to a conveyor belt,
gliding across a dance floor with a wife! while splendid
and warmly comical dialogue sprays all over each other's
newly developed digi-pak head units! let's play autopsy!
let's play biopsy! let's play death march! let's be large
and newly beveled silver parts rubbing against and
sliding into other pieces of rubble creating a cutting
edge microwave so that we can cook cold dead bodies.
gliding across a dance floor with a wife! while splendid
and warmly comical dialogue sprays all over each other's
newly developed digi-pak head units! let's play autopsy!
and newly beveled silver parts rubbing against and
sliding into other pieces of rubble creating a cutting
edge microwave so that we can cook cold dead bodies.
Facts about Watching Stock Car Racing On My Wedding Night
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Watching Stock Car Racing On My Wedding Night is written by Dan Ponch.
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Watching Stock Car Racing On My Wedding Night is produced by Steve Heritage.
Who wrote Watching Stock Car Racing On My Wedding Night lyrics?
Watching Stock Car Racing On My Wedding Night is written by Dan Ponch.
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Who produced Watching Stock Car Racing On My Wedding Night?
Watching Stock Car Racing On My Wedding Night is produced by Steve Heritage.
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