I. Oh, Mary why have you come? Come drop your oils and run – you'll find no one, find no one.
II. Oh, Thomas can't you see? Where bone and sinew meet, you'll find a hole (find a whole).
III. Oh, Saul look down at your hands, all red and dripping in the sand – it's the wrong blood, the wrong blood.
Come find the blood, of the son.
uuuuuu uuuuuuu uuuuuu Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |