History makes 'em filthy Tables with mutated, vulgar, vicious lies Out pop their babies, without warning I have no hands, I can't put up a fight Both parents blameless Who can blame them for what is done There's no escaping There's no escaping, no
'Cause there're always mouths to feed Never any holes to breathe on the earth And you can gnash your teeth Or let our histories do the work
And that's what I'm doing now And I did not fight it and it did not hurt And I did not fight it and it did not hurt
'Cause there are always mouths to feed Never any holes to breathe on the earth And that's what I'm worried about
And I did not fight it and it did not hurt And I did not fight it and it did not hurt When I clap my hands, it don't make this work No, still I did not fight it and it did not hurt
And I did not fight it and it did not hurt And I did not fight it and it did not hurt And I did not fight it and it did not hurt No, still I did not fight it
There're always mouths to feed Never any holes to breathe on the earth There're always mouths to feed Never any holes to breathe on the earth There're always mouths to feed Never any holes to breathe on the earth There're always mouths to feed Never any holes to breathe on the earth
And that's what I'm worried aboutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
