Filling me up is this lust to lay down my cross As the sun melts down the nails This grim, stupid, street is grinning Skip my foolish heart a beat Still no vincent scissors shall cut my ears Or how else in this miserable life would I hear And rush to the whip, the lash and the drums
Don't you follow me. don't you follow me. Don't you follow me... march hare
As fond of white walls as I am I cram my head with your sanity Just enough to stay outside the hide and seek game The first time there is something to make you sleep And it makes you ill For the next time may be mandrake if I wake at all
Don't you follow me. don't you follow me. Don't you follow me... march hare
The girl in the white dress shows promise She promised too much Hope she enjoys it when it happens, if it happens at all
Don't you follow me. don't you follow me. Don't you follow me... march hareTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
