Timber Timbre
No Bold Villian
You're no bold villain
You're bought and sold
To have a soulmate
You need a soul
Not born of men
But some bog-mother moon
One of us is not normal
And it might not be you
I was a spook for you
Another ghoul
I was a fool for you
Another stool pigeon
I was the kid
See she was the clown
And you took north
When things went south
But you're no bold villain
You're bought and sold
To have a soulmate
You need a soul
Not born of men
But some bog-mother moon
One of us is not normal
And it might not be you
From Letras Mania