Off with the stories they've told
They speak in names
Well, I've just heard yet
But once my turn comes up
I'll speak in yours
I know I'll be ashamed
But my good nailed heart friends,
They'll understand
Oh my sweet Beth
Rather drinking alone
Than in your bed
Lucifer comes up from a bottle
Telling jokes 'bout booze and misery
But Lucifer himself can't keep his eyes dry
And Lucifer himself burst out in tears
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário