She's pressed against the bar With lipstick on her glass She's known ‘round these parts And he just stumbled onto the tracks
Hand him the spade, take your seat Enjoy the show Pretty girls make graves But a fool will dig his own
He strolled up like the King of Hearts Countin' money for her drinks Took her hand and brushed against The Ace of Spades in her sleeve
Hand him the spade, take your seat Enjoy the show Pretty girls make graves But a fool will dig his own
Now he's clothed in skin and bones The sky is turning black He tells hisself he should have known Opens the bottle and tips it back
Hand him the spade, take your seat Enjoy the show Pretty girls make graves But a fool will dig his own But a fool will dig his ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
