Someone call the water It’s freezing up the spokes Like any deal or device It worked until it broke Whistle past the graveyard Where the river runs uphill Let us juice the roundheels No ink is gonna spill
Your insiders - Newborn spiders Starve the sentry - Clear re-entry
Thoroughbreds who should be dead Run faster ‘round the track All the swans down at the pond Are turning turning black
Crumpled up and sodden Receipts upon the floor Trodden on and trampled in The stampede to the door Dance between the raindrops And cue the violins All the river-boaters know The killer always winsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
