Death Paroles

As your loved ones, they place heavy stones on your face
Your sonnets of life, they are filling the case
High windows inside me, look down on your face

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

Changing white fingers for men in the sand
Burnin' bright spears that you hold in your hand
Grey children you've spawned, they just won't understand

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Whoa-oh-oh Grey child stands looking and passes on by

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh