Our wagons got a busted wheel it's rusted on some back road near the border of utopia and hatred We all just counted six black crows the dead man's eyes we failed to close pierce through flesh to stare into our souls
Dog's howl in the dead of night howl for death before the light or all our mirrors should come crashing down broken chimes begin to toll our mothers corpse in pitch black clothes go on put that bullet in my skull
A white moth and a robin flew right though our window blew out all those candles that we light after the first Seems like were all in the middle of this photograph a mirror shows us our reflections in the storm (A mirror all at once did fall to spread across the floor the reaper's on his way sooner or later my friends we'll call a casket home)
Dog's howl in the dead of night howl for death before the light or all our mirrors should come crashing down broken chimes begin to toll our mothers corpse in pitch black clothes go on put that bullet in my skull
Umbrellas hit the fucking ground thirteen people sit on down for supper only twelve of them will live Still i never hear the thunder following the funeral so i guess everybody rots in hell in hell in hell work till you die to buy what they sell
Dog's howl in the dead of night howl for death before the light or all our mirrors should come crashing down broken chimes begin to toll our mothers corpse in pitch black clothes go on put that bullet in my skullTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
