empties lined along the porch shoot them dead, show no remorse white trashing with you live in endless afternoon making love to the Sunday cartoons white trashing with you
all that glitters is not gold and this same place is getting old but dreams are fulfilled where the purple grass grows i can see it all just beyond our window
innocence that i have bled carved your name into my leg white trashing with you plastic jesus, Santa Claus rotting like relics in the yard white trashing with you
inherited your dad’s crazy eyes history repeats our whole damn lives yeah this place gets old but it’s really hard to scrub the dog piss out of a white trash heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
