Our Father Have a bloody Mary With the shadows in the valley that got hell to raise All hallowed haints and caco-daemons Make the children running, screaming down the ways and lanes Gather like fish in a barrel May we eat until we're fatter And feel no shame It's a party, hey, so drink until it's better For a night if never later Playing backwards games
So break the right hand off and leave the left wing for me
If I had religion Sabbath to keep sacred I would say the devil's raising on an autumn day Warn the Christian soldiers, their silent sons and daughters That the devil's gonna take 'em out on holiday
On fire And full of lucky numbers You are one and we are several I will stand as you admire All liars All dressed up together Last hurrah before the winter brings its stakes and wires A cider! One more round together Time to hit the town forever Or to crawl away and die
So break the right wing off and leave the left hand be
An anthem for the wicked Number for the twisted Taking Halloween 'fore Christmas anyday Gotta warn the Christian soliders I think their time is over Cause the devil's gonna take 'em out on holiday Eh, la-bas!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
