"Take my hand It's borrowed Take my arms They're on loan" The green chair melts the post And all who stand near the flames Suffer immense joy Under the ceiling fan "Take it all I don't care I'll just sit In the chair Burning wood next to The black post where it grew" Looking down it's knee deep (The) crimson flow starts to seep "I am dead Just like you So don't tell Me what to do" The smoke clears above the post (And) the body falls into the hole In the green chair sits deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
