Clang, clang, clang Oh the bells do peel Cry, cry, cry cried the widows peak The salty days of tears that dare not speak
Bang, bang, bang shot the passer by I don't care cried the vicars wife They're only numbers Melting in the ice
And I don't care 'bout this ol' world I'll take my chances in the earth Rob myself 'til my eyes are blind Then settle up and ride into the night
Seen any bodies? Said the Saracen's head Damn, damn, damn sure I left it here It's hard to tell the fighters from the thieves
Moon, moon, moon shine your heavy light Lift up the sons and daughters alike Tell them that you won't be home tonight
And I don't care 'bout the coming wave I'll take my chances in the grave There's only this moment that is now I can't undo what I don't know how
And I don't care what the neighbours think I've heard their dripping from the kitchen sink The damp comes down and changes my wall Fills my flat I find myself submergedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
