When summer falls asleep And winter plucks your strings The colder that you get Makes you feel at home
Build it up, tear it up, throw it out
If I come round there now Would you be pleased to see me I wouldn't make much noise Just whimper to myself
Build it up, tear it up, throw it out
My head hurts more each time The drinking strangles me Believe in God, like hell! Believe in hell, by God!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.