There's that bird that follows me Singin' from the branch of a dying tree I walk through the city in my bare feet The devil put the barracuda spirit into me
And I run, run right out the window Oh I believe in death (hey!) cause death has always won the last hand
I walk through the love with my heart on my sleeve Rattlesnakes slithering around my feet I spend my days looking up from my knees And one day Jesus Christ won't you follow me?
And I run, run right out the window Well believe in death (hey!) cause death has always won the last hand Oh and I run, run right out the window Oh I believe in death (hey!) cause death has always been a good friend
Oh the birds they sing a song for me Oh the birds they sing a song for me
But I believe in death (hey!) cause death has always won the last hand Oh I believe in death (hey!) cause death has always been a good friend Oh I believe in death cause death has always won the last hand Well I believe in death cause death has always been a good friend Well I believe in death cause death has always won the last handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
