They caught me down at the corner of the sun with a lion in the wings and a monkey on the run Two flat feet, a rollie and a sack, with one whole ounce of a Good-God-Damn The King of Killers is the saviour in our street and the saviour of our souls is a loser and a Cheat Renegade children living in your house 'cos the revolution never had a mortgage and a Spouse
Mark one - the first of its breed Mark two - marginally exceeds Mark three - not enough, we need more Mark four - we already lost the war
Count it off, count it down, count me out of this ragged little town Each iteration is a little bit worse We're driving to the future in a candy-coated hearse
Mark one - the first of its breed Mark two - marginally exceeds Mark three - not enough, we need more Mark four - we already lost the war
It just keeps getting worse But we're the best At decomposing in the sun Abandoned
The ground is made of snakes The snakes are made of glass Crush them with your heel Barefoot and broken we are nothing Not even civilised Not. Even. KindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
