Don't be scared no, no We ain't prepared no, no Dreamt of ventures and Woke up to the sound of the trenches you dig in my mind
Ah, you've got a lot to learn
What's a kingdom To the man who has sold off his soul just to claim it Sirens, harletts, bohemians Coloured haze of the street horizon
Ah, you've got a lot to learn Oh, he's got some time to burn
Don't you know you got nothing to dread Don't you know you got nothing to dread Don't you know you got nothing dread though you know you got a coffin to drag
A hit and run is just no fun Lock up your fine sons my dear The grave of love We'd cuddle up Drink summer beer And then smoke tea
She's like the devil to the moon she's howling, laughing, joking like a kingsnake crawling And the herd and the masses, The rings and the turkey The trimmings the trappings you know you've gotta have it all
Don't you know you got nothing to dread Don't you know you got nothing to dread Don't you know you got nothing to fear every girl's got a secret to wear
You know you got nothing to dread everyone's got a secret to wear You know you've got nothing to dread every girl's got a secret to bury To dread, to dread, to dread, to dread To dread, to dread, to dread, to dreadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
