I stopped watching from the first home We're gathering for a throne Taped up with a gold top Feather covered, We're combing over dead shots Forcing old hymns through a naked swim We're crawling up from the cold whims Tell me when you're out We're caught limping through the back door A fever twist, nothing more Death toll for a whistle blow The giant levers, stolen off the marrow Claiming tried friends with an empty tact Appeal enough and we fall back Tell me when you're outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
