The decemberists - The hazards of love 3 (revenge!) | Текст песни

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Charlotte:
Father I'm not feeling well, the flowers me you fed
Tasted spoiled for suddenly I find that I am dead
But father don't you fear, your children all are here
Singing oh, the hazards of love

Dawn:
Papa turn the water down, the basin's overflown
The water covers everything and me left all alone
But papa here in death, I have regained my breath
To sing oh, the hazards of love
To sing oh, the hazards of love

Isaiah:
Spare the rod, you'll spoil the child, but I prefer the lash
My sisters drowned and poisoned all and me reduced to ash
And buried in an urn, but father I return
Singing oh, the hazards of love
Singing oh, the hazards of love

The hazards of love
The hazards of love