Riding in a horde, showing you the sword To rape your honor off the score Riding like a storm, like a swarm To shape your city on the score Riding like a curse, your curse Too late for you to shut the door
On a glory day, break your pride You will need no morrow apparently In a firy night, take your bride We're supposed to horrify
YOU GOTTA KNOW, YOU GOTTA KNOW COME SMELL A RAT YOU GOTTA KNOW, YOU GOTTA KNOW COME SMELL A RAT
On a crazy night, dim your lights You will see no morrow apparently In a fury night, lose your fight You're supposed right now to dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
