Royal City
Don't You
Dirty fingernails by the balcony railAnd my lovely, you are so frailCigarette ends all of my friends departedEmpty ashtray of cigarette endsAnd don't you ever be what they want you to beAnd don't you ever beDung and ditches and illness in muddy placesAfter which, what forgivenessInto the ear of Death I cast all my regretInto the dirty ear of DeathAnd don't you ever be what they want you to beAnd don't you ever beAnd don't you ever be what they want you to beAnd don't you ever be
From Letras Mania