You epitomize in the blood of Christ You're dead to us a roll up creep
I'm tired of crying My throat is dry We can share some wine to drink With a small child Under my arm But he can't see
A bird got shot squawked in pain He torched your house and your child We lied awake in bed But he comes inside
Burn this town down Tear it to the ground But we caught your liesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.