She's a cock eyed queen but she's not too proud to beg Cold as the heart of Winnipeg When I said I dug your sounds I lied The scene has died
The erosion started when the ranger walked away That brought upon the lexicon that shattered all our faith An accent faux, disturbed you know, a genuine swampy drawl The noise compels and sewer smells of fiction to beat all
She's a cock eyed queen but she's not too proud to beg Cold as the heart of Winnipeg When I said I dug your sounds I lied The scene has died
The red river rises as though we've struck a vein The prairie mug and the metis blood are all one and the same I've heard tell the infidel has never seen the south I got it from the mayor himself straight from the horse's mouth
Corpses of mosquitoes line the window sills Swaying lines of swallows are swallowing their fill The martens and the jays are all fair game upon the field Illusion snakes while the ghost mistakes down on her own shield
She's a cock eyed queen but she's not too proud to beg Cold as the heart of Winnipeg When I said I dug your sounds I lied The scene has died The Winnipeg scene has diedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
