Two cups of tea One for you and one for me Drown out the pan from polluted acid rain And flaming gasoline, until we're clean
Two dead police One for hope and one for peace Watching government lies Leak into your empty eyes From the TV and winners history
Three dead police One for thanks and two for please In every single town, every officer is down All dead police, all dead police
Fair-weather friend, it's on you I do depend All the mountains we climb, Crumble into sands of time No mail to send, to fair-weather friend
Anxiety, another gift from you to me And so everything fails, My bleeding bitten fingernails Sore as can be, anxiety
If it was up to me, I would restart history Ignite the flame and burn the centuries of blame The bloodstained centuries, these bloody centuries
Fair-weather friend, it's on you I do depend All the mountains we climb, Crumble into sands of time No mail to send, to fair-weather friend
Anxiety, another gift from you to me Everything fails, My bleeding bitten fingernails Sore as can be, anxiety
And in the dawn, I'll see that you have gone And on that blood soaked bed I'll lay down my weary head And hum along, to this fucking song
One cup of tea, not enough for company Maybe tomorrow you will let me borrow Another cup of tea, another cup of tea And your company, and your companyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
