well I swung through town shining like a new quarter felt something sharp rise up within me when I crossed the border stopped at the gas station payphone I let my fingers fly the wicked impulses were dying but I couldn't let them die we were over at your place singin about the old times I ate so much carrion that I could not move I was bloated
when I saw you in the kitchen glistening like the old country all your cups and glasses lined up in front of me I stopped at the faucet for a minute waited til you came in to see what was wrong your fingers brushed my ribs playfully and I played along you had your tongue in my mouth your eyes glistening in the light I ate rich raw carrion till I couldn't think right I was fullTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
