Palms are fitted black and finely tuned To triggers cause bodies that tremble
But this mud looks shallow from the beach When we hide behind such ugly faces And the dark eyed woman lifts her head “Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?”
Child bearing games from the streets down to the shores They’re playing as waterways open in an obscene gaping gasp.
But this mud looks shallow from the beach When we hide behind such ugly faces And the dark eyed woman lifts her head “Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?”
“Rally all your men there is work to be done” Still we don’t have the time for speaking out of place He won’t come down He won’t come down He won’t come down
When lengths of snakes match each silent syllable “With eyes like these” Face glistening with suspense of a scalpel blade Clockwork calculating surgical precision.
But this mud looks shallow from the beach When we hide behind such ugly faces And the dark eyed woman lifts her head “Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?”
“Rally all your men there is work to be done” Still we don’t have the time for speaking out of place He won’t come down x8
Palms are fitted black and finely tuned To stomach that swallowed whole that bayou
But this mud looks shallow from the beach When we hide behind such ugly faces And the dark eyed woman lifts her head “Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
