Minuit
a.m.e.m.
The world is full of creeps And freaks and youThe world is full of creeps And freaks and youAnd everythingI've got a big bad thing for the son of a preacherIt's like the hardest thing to continually featureIn his sacred book of the apostles and teachersIt always starts like this and it ends in fiascoIt always starts like thisI'm from the black lagoonI'm an insolent creatureI am a small sly thing and I've something to tell youJoin in the exodus or you're traveling soloIt's down to hit or miss Which is something that I knowI've got a big bad thing for the son of a preacherBlood is thicker than waterMoney's thicker than blood
From Letras Mania