Tell me my friend If this is the end For once do we Make amends And all has been weighed Measured and paid No aces left No prayers prayed
I've hidden your knives I've cut down your ropes I flushed your pills To save your life
Flowers are dead Petals all spread Over the pills Aside my bed We had our good run Our days in the sun So come what may
Fuck all they say I want to stay
Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay
We had our good run Our days in the sun So come what may The crap they say
Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay
I was born in this building It was the first Tuesday I'd ever seen And if I lived to see tomorrow It would be my Tuesday number 2119
All has been weighed All measured and paid No aces left No prayers prayed
Stay God? Is there something of my own? Will I lock the door? Is there something I can finally taken control of? Is there something cutting to the bone? Is there something cutting to my bone? Oh! Cutting to my bone?
Ahhh! God! God! Ahhh! Ooohh! Ohhh!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
