The wind reversed my words. C'mon, blame me. See, my flowers almost dead.
If the queen will give you wine, You won't dare to refuse.
Chorus.
I sleep with a murderer, Two-Face, hey, Will we throw a coin? Heads or Tails!! You know!
Verse II.
Repository of my dirt. I'm consumed of vein disease. I think that they are looking for new home. Milk envelops my body. I'm wrapped of the ground. Jesus is back. And your bones take me home.