P/Palehorse/Miserable Heroin Addict vs. Jehovah's Witness Guy
Charting the pace of the lice on the linen Scouring the papers for news of our children All I want, is us alone Somewhere out of town You fucked up, me tied down
Sucking the holes for the last of the venom
I, asked her to, slowly feed you She, requested, a shopping list I, responded, it's not my job To, determine, the course of death
Praising the neighbours for skinning the dogs Shaking the infant to hear how she coughs All I want, is us alone Somewhere out of town You fucked up, me tied down
Me tied down Me tied down
He, objected, "why am I here?" She, ignored it, "open your mouth"
He, dejected, lowered his jaw Then, she gave it, her everything
To, her credit, she shut him up I, remember, the sense of fear When, I cut my, own body up And, didn't have, the heart for it
The heart for it The heart for it
Pounding lovers' lips alone Force fed trash Leaving fragments of the bone
Six, five thousand, or others? Four, eight thousandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
