You put your dukes up now Before you question the when and the how Strange sensation that you're fighting for truth But the truths you choose are scattered and lose And every single theism fears the cloved hoof So they devour their young? Does this make them uncouth? And your preachers molest to protect your interests And express on young chests what God chose to repress
Soy esperanza Soy el miedo Soy la tristesse Soy la tristesse Soy esperanza Soy el miedo Soy la tristesse
I died last Saturday night On the dance floor Told my catholic wife Just what I saw There was no white light No sight for sore eyes She don't love me no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
