Blasphemy The egyptians built the pyramids, The romans did what they did. Now everything's come down to this. It's just you and I, our kid we could. Send a million to the moon. But why can't i get on with you? The Cellophane around my mouth. Stops the anger slipping out.
Our deaf and dumb dinners, Gravy in the mud. No singles, just fillers, Sometimes I wish I could, but. I can't behave. I know that’s not the heathen in me. It's just that i've been bleeding lately, Internally, don't turn to me. Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon. You could learn a useful lesson What's so great about the great depression? Was it blast for you, cos’ it's blasphemy.
Words cut like a knife in vaseline You can't really mean what you mean, When say what you say. Toreads make them come out that way. Wish I was here, well, I wish you weren't. Your gift of anger's better burnt. If nothing's said then nothing's learnt. I thought i wasn't, but i'm really hurting.
Our deaf and dumb dinners. There's gravy in the mud and, I can't behave. I know that’s not the heathen in me. It's just that I've been bleeding lately, Internally, don't turn to me. All I’ll bite my tongue, the torrid weapon. I could learn a useful lesson. What's so great about the great depression? Was it a blast for you, blasphemy.
Our great adventures, Christmas in the snow. Seen at the mention maybe, What a way to go.
I can't behave. I know that’s not the heathen in me. It's just that I've been bleeding lately, Internally, so turn to me. Bite your tongue, your torrid weapon. We could learn a useful lesson In a great it’s great depression? It’s not a blast for me, it’s blasphemy.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
