Cult, The
Butterflies
The wild wide eye with her painted wing She crushed the gray boy Don't you know my selfishness was my suicide Her painted wing became my suicide, suicideThe whole world did not start to cry They just got inside me And now they walk behind me They walk behind meThey walk behind meOh lordLike little dogs Like stony dogs, you know Stony dogsStony dogsThey walk behind me, oh lordThey walkBehind meBehind me, oh lord
From Letras Mania