The dust gets heavier I’m digging for treasure One foot in the grave is Worth two in the nether Cut the rose at the hilt Bludgeon all that we built Your time’s running out And the birds fly the field
The birds fly the field They’ll get you in the end But I’m not here to make friends
I’m not here to make friends Dead leaves are cut to make room I’m not here to make friends The weak survived by the few
I’m not here to make friends Dead leaves are cut to make room I’m not here to make friends The weak survived by the few I’m not here to make friendsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
