Wckr Spgt - Making Love Will Cure My Sick Heart (version 3) | Текст песни

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• Making Love Will Cure My Sick Heart (version 3)

take my blistered hand and walk me home.
tonight, i'd rather not be left alone.
so come into my concrete block.
i can't correct the rusted locks.
just leave your dress down by the socks.
the earth was made from sacred rocks.

i heard that you've been working on your mind.
the Indian chief used plants to make me kind.
so sit down on my thoughtful chair.
i'm sorry about the clumps of hair.
it's just that some folks like to stare.
i don't think i'll go anywhere.

so pull your love out of the sack and put it on the Devil's back.
the finest nail was once a tack.
the planet, once again, falls black.