Beggars can't be choosers with the choice to survive My hands are tied because it doesn't matter Someone gives you arsenic so you won't be lonely Fire in the brain is calling it quits
CHORUS: My picture's in the papers but you can't see my face Down in Mexico we threw the wedding dice When they found out we couldn't get out Down in Mexico we threw the wedding dice They buried her embraces in a white coffin Gave me 2 bits of lead, a jealous father's souvenir That's when I took a gun into the liquor store The cops say to this day that it's no heartwarming story >CHORUS< In the morning her ghost came to the door Magnolias on the steps were all that I could see In the morning her ghost came to the door A cupid's heart of blood was on the screen >CHORUS< She kissed me and I saw them waiting in the yard The cops say to this day that it's no heartwarming story The story of the hand, the Hand of Glory Beggars can't be choosers with the choice to survive >CHORUSTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
