Finally I felt the calming breeze Stepping out to watch the finale scene After all its you, my pride, and me I can't speak whatever I can speak You see Now I found the ways to meet the means Faker faced to make the kingdom clean After all its me and the king and the beast Whatever, whatever I can't speak I sing How can I explain my wounded feet? We cut them off in second market scenes They cut me off before I start to see But I can cry as long as money is seen It seems me, see, me, me, me Sound on the dead neck or a habit So I dig it up and burry it Ground what a broke head I think i'm dying I need another one to incubate the sound What a broke head What a habit I need another and another one The ground What a dead head I think i'm dying I think i'm dying for another one The sound what a broke neck What a lion I need another and another one The sound what a cheap trick What a habit, what a habit when I need it yeah The sound what a dead neck What a lion I need another and another one The sound What a cheap trick What a habit I think i'm dying for the sound What a dead neck What a habit I think i'll dig it up and burry it Ground what a broke head I think i'm dying, I think i'm dyingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
