Sex Gang Children
Ecstasy And Vendetta
A lonely breed, these wandering men I pushed and shoved through the steely glare Of the assassins who aim high Smell the colour of your room And you row like the Volga boatman Do you always talk that way? go!
Some say he died for a Cajun queen Some say he stood so tall and strong With his auto-banditry A serenade with a grenade Does your bravado always bite hard Do you stamp your feet all day? See the beauty of destruction Feel my breath upon your neck Why do you turn and walkaway? A lonely breed these hungry men I sat and stared through the looking glass That all men call the world I would have died, a thousand times Just to see the faces of The assassins who never die In my dream I always see Not the face of vendetta But the smile of ecstasy
From Letras Mania