I have your see I have your ears my hand
they're blue and cold as a meat store or an
go for a pound ten ground and down
when the morning after coughs a cripple mile
curse the morning after Tuesday's Childe
waking to the hearts of gold in my hand
gauge report pending promised land
here is my heart and head smashed sharp as a blade
when blind I say to a cold share of ale
go for a pound ten ground and down
careful when your skin returns to dirt and gold
bone and plasters crash the centerfold
miracle and madness seem to start the race
Tuesday's Childe removed her guilty face
I have your see I have your ears my hand
they're blue and cold as a meat store or an
go for a pound ten ground and down
I'm not gonna take this shit anymore
I won't have it in my house
you see I've seen it all before
ten down and hundreds more
crimes remain credentials touch remains sublime
silence and sedation undermine
fake the bastards outright nail it to his chest
bone and skin descending burns the best
here is my heart and head smashed sharp as a blade
when blind I say to a cold stare or an
go for a pound ten ground and down
I'm not gonna have this anymore
you see I've had it all before
I won't be beaten to the ground
ten down and then ten more |