Like confession whispered slowly Hate's a word that's spoken softly Horror fills his pretty scrapbook A massacre won't change his outlook
Oh man of straw
Sheltered in his cut out life style If time were small he'd be a sundial Hope wrung dry with values static 'save me', he cries, 'from these fanatics' Standing lonely trusting no one In disarray with collar undone
Kicked again he counts his blessings But with no brain he's always guessing Standing lonely trusting no one In disarray with collar undone Like confession whispered slowly Hate's a word that's spoken softly
Like confession whispered slowly Hate's a word that's spoken softly Standing lonely trusting no one In disarray with collar undone Horror fills his pretty scrapbook But with no brain he's always guessingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
