Found my tip split yesterday Dull edged and wrecked The havoc got me vexed so I slit my arrow Ripped what I'd sowed and slaughtered my farrow
The jar was half empty today The taps leaked condensed milk yesterday
But my withered lips were itching And my mind started switching
And my hands were shaking The glass shattered on my palms waking
Up my nerves, drenched with thirst this morning But the stool didn't pass me by until today Hit the floor again tonight 4.00 a.m. It's tomorrow, times prey
The cracks in the floor don't choose sides Whatever, whoever, lose, dies It's the year of dead water, son, year of dead water Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |