Woven Hand & Ultima Vez - Horse Head ( c альб. Puur, 2006) | Текст песни

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• Woven Hand & Ultima Vez
• Horse Head ( c альб. Puur, 2006)

Come to my house an we'll pick bones
Their hands outside ready with stones
Come to my yard, I got whiskey an' [Incomprehensible]
We'll sit on the porch as the good men stare

You ain't never spoke true, I shake an angry fist at you
You are not needed here to help me feel low down
I'm doin' it fine all on my own, yeah, yeah

I hear you cryin' from cradle to coffin
An' for you there'll be no stoppin'
See you lyin' in a pine box with bitter words