Vista previa
Always the same old taste just new injury
Well I´ll wear the claws if you´d like that
Yeah if you´d like that we can ride on a black horse
A great new wave Hesparian death horse
I can call you when i get back
Yeah when I get back I will call
But don´t speak, don´t say nothing
In case we ever do meet again
Something´s wrong with you
Well I hope we never do meet again
You always sharpen your teeth ´cause you´re like that
and you´re like that everythime you pull heart back
And her compact´s carving deeper in your lap
I would call but I forget where the phone is at
Guess i´ll thalk to you when I get back
Yeah when I get back I will call
But don´t speak, don´t say nothing
In case we ever should meet again
there are some things wrong with you
I hope we never do meet again
I hope we never do meet again
I hope we never do meet again
Something´s wrong with you... and I hope we never do meet again