Go on and wipe your face You've made a mess of this one When you're swallowed by disgrace Will you learn your lesson? There's no more cards left up your sleeves Your lucks' run out You hopeless sleaze. It's run out It's not a prize worth taking It's not a life worth saving Tried to wash the red from your hands There's no chance So who's your next appeaser Is the water getting deeper? Ask yourself Go on and wipe your face You've made a mess of this one And when you're swallowed by disgrace Will you learn your lesson? You're a firewalker without a tribe Kept in solitaire, Living off bribes I know now Fingers bruised, Yellows and blues Fastened with fathom in truth I'm doing all I can to refuse Fingers bruised, Yellows and blues Fastened with fathom in truth I left home and found new shoes I tried to wash the red from your hands, with romance I tried to wash the red from your hands. There's no chance You've earned your strife upon other men's blood Go shed your crocodile tears in the mudTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
