You've got black hair that floats like a river As it falls down the back of your neck But your heart is so cold that I shiver Then your trail is a graveyard wreaks
And your act is all smoking mirrors And the crowd's getting wise to your tricks You better move it along to the next little song 'Cause the air is getting thick as brick
And time has everybody down in the end and honey you know you're next Yeah the devil takes every one of us in the end and honey you know you're next
You've got stars of the night in your eyes That sends chills down a crippled mans spine There's blood on your hands from the locals who've died There's a black hole inside your mind
Honey that's just how my thoughts run In this dark and depressing old night As I sit here alone by the disconnected phone And listen to the neighbours that fight
Yeah the time catches up with us all in the end And honey you know you're next Yeah the devil takes every one of us in the end And honey, you know you're next Yeah honey, you know you're nextTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
