Darlin' Im filled with tonnes of filthy moths,
that rub till i itch
Im scaled by tiny mouths,
that sink their tiny teeth into my lungs
Darlin' i am old i'm desolate and worn,
-but you are still fresh,
tell me you believe me,
I am not worth the earth you tread with your feet.
2 comments:
i can't stop listening to this song, it's great
Hey Team,
I can't bring myself to join myspace so I'll send my kindest of regards here. I had real blast at your set at Sounday, you dudes were the only ones that got me to my feet dragging me away from my comfy chair and cold beer all day. Best wishes for the new album and may you live in interesting times.
Tony, the stage rusher.
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