Now, what is done Can´t be undone And what is saind Can´t be unsaid Whatever will be, Whatever may come When gravity calls We will all drop dead
What has been heard Can´t be denied And what is lost Can´t be saved Whoever will live, Whoever will die Tonight we well crawl From our graves
Don´t tell me how to kill a dead man And give me another Black Fix Don´t tell me how to kill a dead man And give me just another Black Fix
Stories forgotten Might not be told And what's to come, Who knows When talk is silver And silence all gold I bite my tongue And feed the crowns
Don´t tell me how to kill a dead man And give me another Black Fix Don´t tell me how to kill a dead man And give me just another Black Fix
This is a prayer For the wrong, A song, for the sane The empty heart Might not be sold I stick to black And sing this song again
Tarred, Feathered, Unpalored
Don´t tell me how to kill a dead man And give me another Black Fix Don´t tell me how to kill a dead man And give me just another Black FixTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
