Paroles de The Major
Down the street on one leg,a major with a mouth,
is standing on a corner,
near a train to somewhere south,
he whistles when he speaks,
it's the only time he does,
a petty two-bit thief,
always in and out of love.
his eyes are bloody red,
it's part of his routine,
home for Sunday dinner,
with a widow from beneath,
a silver serpent tongue,
a face meant for a mother's love,
a murder in his pocket,
with no skin cover up.
ride, he rides,
two-bit thief,
train down South
serpent tongue
(Thanks to Made Out Of Babies for these lyrics)
always in and out of love.
his eyes are bloody red,
it's part of his routine,
home for Sunday dinner,
with a widow from beneath,
a silver serpent tongue,
a face meant for a mother's love,
a murder in his pocket,
with no skin cover up.
ride, he rides,
two-bit thief,
train down South
serpent tongue
(Thanks to Made Out Of Babies for these lyrics)
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