Paroles de (i Wanna Be A) Dumbcharger
To seek the blood from precious stones is blasphemyThe perfect angels who monitor your intentions
God keeps his famous children---be respectable
Temptation creeps to you like rapists in the night
So smoke the rockets and float the boats
We'll man our stations like devil goats
And hope to hell we hear the bell
To let us now go home
To let us now go home
ROBERT POLLARD
© Universal Music Publishing Group
Paroles powered by LyricFind
© Universal Music Publishing Group
Paroles powered by LyricFind