Big Ol' Black Song Lyrics
Big Ol' Black by Earl Thomas Conley Big ol' black
Big ol' black bugs crawl inside of us
We'll kill it fast, kill it fast because
There's no room left for, left for
And the fever, the fever has begun to greet us today
An old photograph, photograph of how, we once looked okay, okay, okay
The killers, the killer's here
The killers, killer's here
Killer's here