O Cosey Mo, I feel your pain When they all want you but they don't know your game I guess your death will pass in time But in the meantime let me build your shrine
I promise you that I will find you I'll dig up every unmarked grave I promise you that I will find you, darling, find you And on your tomb I"ll carve your name
Oh Cosey Mo, I feel your rage When they hunt you down and put you in their cage I understand your need to hide Not from fear from losing you mind
Burning instead of beautyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
