walk off to the woods & the streets every night walk to people who walk too close into each other they're hanging so bright i am told, as a mother, you may remember her
she loves you, she loves you she loves you so hard but one dirty person to have you cannot the child, he is a sinner tell me teacher, to put on your light & then turn around
in the name of the father, but never the ghost me, i need the money for those just as hard who hung his head for the ladies all pretend that he dead
she loves you, she loves you she loves you so hard but one dirty person to have you cannot the child, he is a sinner tell me teacher, to put on your light & then turn around
if there ever was a religious figure in my age, it don't count to have buttercup eyes the silent machine is here to make sure you put on your light & then turn around you lie, you lie, you lie ... a lot