Rubella, my love, some say we shall overcome But the sickness bites hard And yes, the razor's old Their poisons braced in surrender Killed every first born son We were kneeling, dressed for burial, Reaching for the knave Heard voices laugh in the spirit at the Plight of the living dead A ghost at the bottom of my glass Made it clear what they had said "His devil's hear in a tinder-box, this dog has turned away" Well, I can't remember god when I'm... And I'm drunk all day (Chorus) Before I leave you, bring the demon's on Your beauty sleep brought to mind A fever hung on the mid-wife's jaw (Chorus) repeat Some said I was wrong to dream that way And some made light of death and sorrow But death is glory...nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
