How I worship murderers, cut-throats they are kings I am just a thief on the floor my body flings The lowest of the low, a common lowly thief In this penitentiary the lowest meek and weak The murderers they walk as kings arrogant and loud I subjugate myself to them so virile, strong and proud For in this prison I am the lowest of the low The murderer when he walks by on the floor my body throws The greatest love of all the murderer does give He risks his very liberty when a life no longer lives How I wish that virile beast at me would stare But I am just a piece of shit for me he doesn’t care But for me he is a saint, at his feet my body fling For me the murderer, the murderer is kingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
