Zammuto
Weird Ceiling
Shame, shame, knows my nameShame, shame, knows my maiden, Christian name.And do they smile down on me every time I feel embarrassmentWhile walking on the wide horizon?And do they earn a dime for every time I hate myself and who I amWhile walking on the wide horizon?Will they be satisfied when I come back weather-beaten leatherizedWhile walking on the wide horizon?Shame.Faces up to the weird ceiling.Faces up to the weird ceiling.Faces up to the weird ceiling.Faces up to the weird ceiling.Faces up to the weird ceiling.Faces up to the weird ceiling.Faces up to the weird ceiling.Faces up to the weird ceiling.Faces up to the weird ceiling.Faces up to the weird ceiling.Faces up to the weird ceiling.
From Letras Mania