Jon Langford
Spit
Hide yourself until they're buried Like a dog you'll forget them you're better Off that way There's no-one to turn to Those swingin' bodies Are the shadows of your dreams Roar through you like a fire Cold grey ashes are all a fire gives Are all a fire leaves That's the best that he could do A life torn in two like a rag That ragin' beast whose breath in my nostrils Sweeps through my brain Let it pass We can be sure that in the end The dregs will taste just the same That scarching heart I look back on that And laugh like a drain
From Letras Mania