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• Artiste: Virgins (The)
• Titre: The Beggar
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Shuffling down those avenues with his armour and a slave The beggar, like a spectre, aims forth Praying to a plastic junk phone on a street Delivering his only lectures See you now Come crawling across the sand See the lagger horse Stepping on his, no Grab your children and gather around The beggar is coming through Hold your triggers all going down You know it's up to you Stripped up to his bones Trailing all his blood Forcing from this world Fall and coming good Real agents' faces changing like shadows around A crowd that's broad expanses through land Staring off into the man in candid sun Smiling while he dances, no See you now Come crawling down the town See the starving dogs Waiting for their, no Grab your children and gather around The beggar is coming through Hold your triggers all blowing down You know it's up to you Stripped up to his bones Dragging all his blood Forcing from this world Fall and coming good Politicians, street musicians, night wind, magic wands Command and coax the beggar, take a look Undertakers, bubblemakers, bending toward the ones That shine a light to guide him up to his dear Grab your children and gather around The beggar is coming through Hold your triggers all blowing down You know it's up to you Stripped up to his bones Trailing all his blood Forcing from his world Fall and coming good