We can all go hang ourselves From gold chandeliers And drink it back to hell All the pain and fears loose lips have sunk the ship To a shallow grave Washed up upon the rocks
that is they it is, if i'm wrong it still is for me
We can all go hang ourselves From gold chandeliers And drink it back to hell All the pain and fears loose lips have sunk the ship To a shallow grave Washed up upon the rocks
that is they it is, if i'm wrong it still is for me