G/Grace Gale/Part Time Gravedigger, Full Time Scumbag
Put on your boots my dear The blood gets deep here Such a far way to walk and It's too deep My fingers freeze I'm catching cold Sidestep this grave I'll take you home Another botched attempt But now I've barely slept Put on your boots my dear Self pity is rough here Such a far way to walk And it's too deep I got a chill (you're cold) I'm in over my head (so fucking cold) Fate calls me out For winding up dead Another botched attempt But now I've barely slept I got this worked out This is all you need to know I'm clean I look down on you Somehow that's just not good enough for you Down on you Take me down Take me down Take me out This is a fashion show down This is a teenage throwdown This piece it fits And I know it works But again you are unused All alone again This piece it fits, it's not your heart that part is meaningless to me so tell me why the fuck are you still here We're not in love so this wont work it's up to you Slow down Gear up Mainline Take out I will You won't I will You won't Take me downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
