Blanket me sweet nurse And keep me from burning I must get back To the woods dear girls I must get back to the woods
In the bloody elevator rising for their first cup of tea Of the day When does sky turn into space And air into wind?
The only things I really need Is water, a gun, and rabbits
Let me rest My fevered cheek Upon your warm sweet bellies
In the bloody elevator going to the bright theater now Come on boys Please let me taste the clean dirt in my lungs And moss on my backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.