Chariot, The

Keeny Gibler (Play The Piano Like A Disease)
Fight, priest, fight Take pictures and make all right what you have lost Give pride back to the ground You got all you want, but you've got a wreck Everyone in this whole wide world, wake up and panic Fortune wears a red dress, but her bones smell of death Panic They all stare, but no one seeks They all claim, but no one speaks They all hear what they want Panic, preacher, panic Beware of these sheep in the costume of wolves lies They come in pairs of two and we only die twice Letras de cancionesBut for such a long time Just because you kiss a lot, that don't mean you're in love Just because you have begun, that does not mean you've won Well I was a second son, not born but just once And all my friends be gray The fade out They all close the door and no one speaks out loud The fade out Take my heart, prophet From Letras Mania