Let's all go with bitter Grey He turns his leather gripped cane Those times you clapped and called for, "Quiet. " They? ve come to hold you in the nights He packs a fight, "un partu" Japan make home-made perfume Sip froth from soft, warm joe It? s no guide or down bake close You know, you know the way that I hide
Come on you hurt me, you never fight back Why don? t you play with bows and arrows? Why don? t you dance like you? re sick in your mind? Why don? t you set your wings on fire?
You slick by though I remain, an etox light Deep tree sleep on the dank lawn, describes the slaved You fingel down they? re waxed in line Between your breasts, a squeaky pain upon each breath The promised land, I said, I said, I said You know the way that I hide for you
Come on you hurt me, you never fight back Why don? t you play with bows and arrows? Why don? t you dance like you? re sick in your mind? Why don? t you set your wings on fire? Come on you hurt me, why don? t you play nice? Why don? t you toy with sex and violence? Why don? t you stare back, into my huge eye? Why don? t you set my wings on fire?
Compositor: David Algernon Bayley (PRS)Editor: Beggars Music Limited (PRS)Publicado em 2014ECAD verificado obra #29709674 e fonograma #14060234 em 17/Mai/2024