Holy rollers, yeah, black-paint girls Wild-eyed servants, wine-stained pearls Nothing synthetic, only pure Doctor, that's doctor's orders Got you dying from the cure
To leave the sun and follow the moon Rock'n'roll has made a mess of you If you're gonna make an accusation You better point your fingers soon
Yeah, for who? Damn it
See the sinners shine baby Otherworldly glow Said the clock is tick-tick-ticking Slow is the flow The miracle of madness Sweet undertow At one with sadness Yeah, as the story goes, and it goes, and it goes
To leave the sun and follow the moon Rock'n'roll has made a mess of you If you're gonna make an accusation I tell you better point your fingers soon
To leave the sun and follow the moon Rock'n'roll has made a mess of you If you're gonna make an accusation You better point your fingers soon
If you're gonna make your accusation You better make it, you better make it, you better make it stick, stickTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
