For the soul, hard desert days And I could almost keep my conscience in Hard desert days For those criminal, primitive attentions and displays And attentions to you... Your painted, pale assassin takes my soul Into his stride Passionless assault on my painted eye Oh, please - won't you shoot and wrap him in your sable night... A sinner sins A sinner sins, severely Oh, please - won't you shoot and wrap him in your sable night... She's here to hold and living lie And here to sell for too much of my, splintered soul, aside - Such sufficient persuasion that pulls me down Through a mine of impotence and just faint reluctance And here, betrayer plays betrayed to no nevermore - Your painted, pale assassin takes my soul Into his stride Passionless assault on my painted eye Oh, please - won't you shoot and wrap him in your sable night... A sinner sins A sinner sins, severely Oh, please - won't you shoot and wrap him in your sable night... That is my life - such wretched life and reason So native to my heart and fears... A sinner sins A sinner sins, severely Oh, please - won't you shoot and wrap him in your sable night... A sinner sins A sinner sins, severely...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
