The moon's at night like you and maybe stars are When I lie in bed, when I lie, I lie I wear a mongolian hat, it's a real mean steal with a real mean point That stars the pillow dead, that stabs it I lie in dream blood, stabs soak the bed We come from death, lust down the ages We keep our company starved in cages
No sins, just blood and beer in your stoned-blind hole in haloed soul No sins, no, and not much else
Burn my sheets and you'll burn Watch it I wear dangerous things to scare night out of here And fat men fat as moons, to scare the night out of here
Blood keeps my soul untied and black in not as night is rotted dreams I'd like to leave them for dead, I'd like to So I got a point when I lie in bed, I lie, I lie You better play dead after dead, you better play
The moons at night are red, Christ, you and maybe stars are Dying to be followed, dying to be When the star bleed this message down, it said, once there Were three kings sucked in by a star, scarred white and spiteful It led them off, far to any old shed God, to god to hell, you've got it wrong You've got it wrong, you've got the wrong god, you got it wrongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
