A thousand voices start their screaming when you leave A thousand screamers find their voice and start to scream We already blew the glory weed
Your well done fury don't deserve to pull me down That facile magic show can't burn away my ground We already turned the game around And I'm in a fog like a stupid dog
And who do you think should tell the story Under the bed tonight? And who did you think that shrinking violet Would turn out to be?
Your mama lion mouth and mata mata soul That scary face you're making at your holy Joe You already brought the battle home
And who do you think should tell the story Under the bed tonight? And who did you think that shrinking violet Would turn out to be?
Traveling souls like us, the wicked, the carnies We all eat up this swill these fucked bedtime stories You already brought me to my knees And I'm cheap and here like a souvenirTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
