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• Artiste: Swingin' Utters
• Titre: Hopeless Vows
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My bastard brother's hopeless vow of leaving off to another town Has once again soaked deep into the cold and rotting ground He never shares his lovesick bed or listened to a word they said He hoards the beer and wine and bread Christ, I wish he were fucking dead Bury yourself in blame Drown yourself in flame Burn the bottle that beckons you to betroth yourself to shame give yourself a break Break the ones you hate Hate those that've fed off of you and your pathetic plate I've left it up to the gods above I don't believe in, ain't seen or heard from and nearly sick to death of this being neither ignorant nor in bliss with a family of parasites and feckless friends with shameless eyes all the endless miles caught up with me wearing the face of my own kind Bury yourself in blame Drown yourself in flame Burn the bottle that beckons you to betroth yourself to shame Yeah, jump that fuckin' train wed the goddamn stain live your life ina fuckin' cell be the martyr with no brain Step inside this room mind the open wounds cross yourself and carry on that claptrap may do you good