Fear is the fever That breaks all the chains And no is the answer That causes it to rain Won't you take out my hammer And slide it down in your skirt Since your death will come too early I wanna know How much should I make it hurt
Won't you ring that southern belle And lock up all your doors I'll be waiting in your bedroom With a loaded 44 My patience is a digging You a hole in the Mississippi dirt Since your death will come from my hand I wanna know How much should I make it hurt
My patience is a digging you a hole Down in the Mississippi dirt Since your death will come from my hand I wanna know How much should I make it hurtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
