New Trust, The
To Hell Via Jail
By Roman Numeral XXXThe best of me was gotten, forgottenMy Amplified Heart, Disintegration, Century FlowerWas not nearly pennedMore difficult done than saidI've made no difference"You're only as young as you feel"Such a desperate appealBut you know it was exactly what I wanted to hearBecause you make me feel so youngSo attractive, free and funAnd your kisses somehow burn away the yearsAnd you're not in controlThings are about to get ugly...Because the company I keepMore often wolves and seldom sheepAs you approach, you'll hear the howling from the denAnd if you don a wild maskBut house the faint heart of a lambYou're bound to find your carcass drying in the windAnd it's no one's faultAnd it's naturalThat the wild always overtake the weakBut you're not in control
From Letras Mania