Marilyn Manson - Slave Only Dreams To Be King (Inrtrumental) | Текст песни

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• Slave Only Dreams To Be King (Inrtrumental)

Take my money like an ugly bee
Covered in my money, too dumb to see
My Fibonacci blinded by your jealousy
I'm happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope
I don't need hope to know that you'd die slow
I'm happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope
I don't need hope to know that you'd die slow

[Hook:]
You are what you beat, yeah
You are what you beat, yeah

[Chorus:]
And then we met our brand new parents
But they didn't know it yet
So we chanted, "WED, WED, WED!"
But they didn't know they were dead
Didn't know they were dead

Then the witch tied her fruit t a stick
When our coin was looking too thin
It's like a winter in Hades, we drooled for the ladies
As if the apple was owned by God

[Chorus]

Slave never dreams to be free
Slave only dreams to be King
Slave never dreams to be free
Slave only dreams to be King

[Hook]

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