I don't care what the young men say I'll carry on regardless Thoughts of the past will bury me The future is nothing but a memory
Poison-tongued harlots, they play Play their whimsical games And those sore old bastards keep Up with their slack-jawed habits, yeah
Your zealous delusions Make me laugh Ad nauseum
I got burn on my lips and I got bane in my blood My rapture is a reverie And I don't care what the fuck you say You're no god, no you're not, you're not
Your zealous delusions Make me laugh Ad nauseumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
