Old Glory
Come on & make me live
I can't seem to do it for me.
I'm starving to death
Going down in glory
Glory... No God forgave
There is no end for me
Buried in boxes & sympathies, yeah
Tell your great big lies to me
I'm going down in glory
Where's your pills?
You perfect home?
Your regret?
You fucking humility?
Where's your prise?
Where's your daughter?
Your lies & my broken home?
Burn me once, shame on you
Burn me twice, shame on me
I won't be on your doorstep, lady
I'm going down in glory
Por el momento, a nadie le gusta este artículo
Publicado el: 2024-05-22 00:00:00 por panzas
Comments
Hey! You're in luck, no one has commented on this article yet. Be the first one and leave your comment.
You need to be registered to leave comments.
Log in with your user account and enjoy all the benefits.
Create your account ó Sign in / Log in