Dear God, will no one get out of here alive Well I’ll still have them This new Madison floating in the sky Every clouds come crashing down
Harder every time Think this remedy is loaded fantasies Flooding out your mind
Fear God, from now you’ve gone And I’m still saddled in … in your final hours Running without a send
Come by your self righteous hands Get ready to meet your maker Now backlashing, back trash you liar Backlashing, back dashing run coward
Bare the truth, when the storm comes through Withheld in high tides Tip the scales and drive the nails in Deeper every time
Dear God, will no one get out of here alive The ten had again, do to Madison Heaven clouds collide
Come by your self righteous hands Get ready to meet your maker Now backlashing, back trash you liar Backlashing, back dashing run coward
Come by your self righteous hands Get ready to meet your maker Now backlashing, back trash you liar Backlashing, back dashing run coward Come by your self righteous hands Get ready to meet your maker nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
