she cries in the distance
i can hear all her howls
she screams filthy scoundrel
i move on with a bow
the road i have taken
leaves me with no other go
you wont leave me empty
i will steal all you got in store
good night sweet lass
you stomped on enough souls
its time you receive something back
a bullet in your heart
a bullet in your heart
you are no angel
fake, those smiles of yours
showing your bone to the dog
you tie him to your lot
vice isn't so ugly
isn't the filth so good?
sin is alluring
makes the world go around
good night sweet lass
you stomped on enough souls
its time you receive something back
a bullet in your heart
a bullet in your heart
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
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