He came and shot her parents both in the head. Dragged them outside, put the bodies in the shed. Collected up her things, put them in his trunk. He sat her on his lap right next to his gun. The prairies of Nebraska soaked in blood. The love made between them using his gun, and the bodies stacked in rows. The dead; They will never know. Showed his Carolyne how to use a knife. Picked it up slowly, killed with it twice. Shot who they could, snapped the neck of a dog. Stole a dead man's car and the engine stalled. The prairies of Nebraska soaked in blood. The love made between them using his gun, and the bodies stacked in rows. The dead; They will never know. They executed him with her name on his lips. He loved in her life just as much in death. And sometimes I feel like we're heading down the same road. Sometimes I feel like we're just like them.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
