The young man held a gun to the head of God Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man's words, white
Running without aim Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the gray sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my
Wish your mornings will be brighter Break the line, tear up rules Make the most of a million times no Wish your mornings will be brighter Break the line
King Volcano is clean King Volcano gave me numbers King Volcano is clean Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean Lonely people burn like candles
socks tonight, tonight The stranger arrives, the gun still warm 20 years to old used to form Turns out to be an old trick From her senior service, senior
