Racing toward the fever, salted stains in the shape of continents Sitting shotgun in his walk, the wish is father to the thought He says tonight will be the very last time To get the hell out of here, he's the prince of far-gone
Pacing every seizure, digging spurs into his chest He whips himself into the keys, "I am the new-born philistine!" Because the choice of his disease is your demise To get the hell out of here, he's the prince of far-gone
[Ref.] And he’s always stealing flowers From my stone, stone, stone Never once repaying that which he does owe And he’s always stealing flowers From my stone, stone, stone Never once repaying that which he does owe God help me
The zero hour delegates his suicide The whitest flag he loves to wave, he loves to wave And like a newborn finds a yawn to cash the treasure he has lost He thinks tonight's going to be the very last time
To get the hell out of here, he's the prince of far-gone
[Ref.] And he’s always stealing flowers From my stone, stone, stone Never once repaying that which he does owe And he’s always stealing flowers From my stone, stone, stone Never once repaying that which he does owe God help me
Desecrate it, Desecrate it all Call broken arrow and level this ground Desecrate it, Desecrate it all Call broken arrow this is all his fault [x2]
[Ref.] And he’s always stealing flowers From my stone, stone, stone Never once repaying that which he does owe And he’s always stealing flowers From my stone, stone, stone Never once repaying that which he does owe GOD HELP HiM!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
