a little to her I give a little to you, I give a little to him I give a little to her A little bit for myself Don't put a price on your health I'll
Ain't it just like the old days? Wait and see how the hand plays Living out our second-hand cliches Ain't it just like the old days? You are what you
you could achieve I've found you out I've seen the life you wish to leave But when it kicks like a sleep twitch You will choke, choke on the air you
I swear to God I heard the earth inhale Moments before It spat its rain down on me I swear to God In this light and on this evening London's become The
Eyes permeate my skin An alcoholic din fills the room we're in Girl I think it's time we leave Like a thief on Christmas Eve Take and you shall receive
, he's not ready to die I'm attracted to the light, I'm attracted to the heat It's a violent night, there are boxers in the street Damn, this place makes
You ran with the dead today With the moles from the CIA They see more than you ever see Headlights in your rear view mirror A panther's eyes as he preys on
your tongue, swallow your venom You're too young, hold your tongue No push and no shove, spit your verbal mace Hate can turn to love not for this human
found your God There's a bullet in your hands Pour salt water on the wound Pour salt water on the wound This home is more than bricks and mortar Pour salt water on
I swear to God, I heard the Earth inhale, moments before it spat its rain down on me. I swear to God, in this light and on this evening, London's become
翻訳: エディタ. この光の中でそしてこの夜に.
God, there's a bullet in your hands. Pour salt water on the wound, pour salt water on the wound, this home is more than Bricks and Mortar, pour salt water on
achieve. Well I?ve found you out, I?ve seen the life you wish to live And well it kicks like a sleep twitch! You will choke, choke on the air you try
He?s not ready to die I?m attracted to the light I?m attracted to the heat It?s a violent night There are boxers in the street Damn this place
: I'm turning in my skin, alcoholic din, fills the room we're in Girl, I think it's time we leave, like a thief on Christmas Eve, Take and you shall
, Swallow your venom, You're too young, Hold your tongue. No push and no shove, Spit your verbal mace, Hate can turn to love not this for this
: I don't wanna be ignored, oh God, when I'm calling off this fight. You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat, your blood drool attracts the flies
