Another one dead at the wet building But nobody's crying tonight They're gonna say we've got it all But I don't see a thing You can't say I don't understand I'm used to having nothing at all All these things we're facing are home
You say pick me up from work But I don't like to ride You don't like to pay for drugs So I won't hear your cries
The devil ain't a man just a boring thought But everybody's frying tonight Buried in hell we're burning at last I didn't bring a thing You can't say I don't understand I'm used to being left in the dark All these things were facing alone
You say pick me up from work But I don't like to ride You don't like to pay for drugs So I won't hear your cries I won't hear your cries So I won't hear your cries You say pick me up from work But I don't like to ride You don't like to pay for drugs So I won't hear your cries You say I don't understand But I see it in your eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
