Though I will be your judge and jury Crushing your skull won't quell my fury
The world is not made of flowers, is it? Neither am I If you smell a bullet Passing through your nose Red as a rose Let it be mine
The world is not made of music, is it? Neither am I If you hear an arrow Passing through your ear And out your rear Let it be mine
The world is not made of sunlight, is it? Neither am I If you see a dagger Passing through your eye And then you die Let it be mine
And while my anger still increases I'll piss on all your little pieces Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |