The Lust of the Libertines Is really quite tame It rages quietly nigh here beside you And your lust for fame But fame is such a sinister game, I know... It could all end this way then Some things won't be the same Oh just a face, and a name on a page But I'll be soundly sleeping I'll be soundly sleeping I'll sleep right through that age Cause I can deal with all... The blood on my shoes The holes in my soul My spirit is tainted All my tears are painted Am just so long as you... You don't forget to... oh uh ow Cut me on the wall By the graffiti of all the things I just couldn't say Shove me up the wall Oh my darling (oh Poor Cow) It was a kind of loving But you've left me in the family way again The dust on my tambourine Really can be explained I need to shake it more often I need to shake away the blame Oh well, fame is such a sinister game, I know... The taste of goulash in your mouth As you stumble offstage... Forget-me-nots bloom on this day then But they whither with age Oh I can deal with all... The blood on my shoes The holes in my soul My spirit is tainted All my tears are painted Am just so long as you... You don't forget to... oh uh ow Cut me on the wall By the graffiti of all the things I just couldn't say Oh won't you hove me up the wall Oh Poor Cow It was a kind of loving But you've left me in the family way again Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com