Whitley
Poison In Our Pockets
We have poison in our pocketsWe have hatred in our heartsAnd as the bombs fly overheadWe dance 'till we see redAnd we're becoming shadowsAnd we're becoming silhouettesWe have a knife in our backWe have a friend in blackAnd as the words fly overheadWe smileAnd we're becoming shadowsAnd we're becoming silhouettesI have a secret in the darkI have you on my mindWe have poison in our pocketsBut we have love in our heartsAnd we're becoming shadowsAnd we're becoming silhouettes
From Letras Mania