Liars
They Don't Want Your Corn -- They Want Your Kids
It's nothing new but it's something I get used toMama I'm selling my blood (Welcome to hard times)Daddy I can hear you breathing (I'll take care of you)Mama I'm selling my blood (Welcome to hard times)Daddy I can hear you breathing (I'll take care of you)I'll take care of youI'll take care of youThey're taking our children awayI'll take care of youThey're taking our children awayI'll take care of youAnd why, I loveThe end, you knewBefore, my loveIs deep, come throughFathers, brothersUncles, cousins
From Letras Mania