yell-o-yell - drifters | Текст песни

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Moments
for lovers and robbers
just drifters

ciggarette
its up to its end
dispose it in a cold ashtray

come and give some
respect
to the robbers
the lovers
the drifters...

moments for lovers
and drifters
just drifters

moments
its private
just keep out
keep out
to the grave
called to be the bed
to a bed
cold enough to be the grave
death to those who make the flowers bleed