4 acessos
No words can describe what I have done
No one to thank but my imaginary gun
So uncivilized have I become
The doctor is in but who can tell
The doctor must not be feeling very well
I despise him so I wish he’d go to hell
And I’m saving it for the court and judge
Saving it for the Lord above
But one more thing I’ll pray
That I don’t fall in love on hanging day
It’s so nice to meet you or so you say
I’d so like to teach you some manners be careful where you stray
There are roses here but a thorn puts you away
I’ll take your hand if you don’t wash it first
You’ll drink my poison until you’ve quenched your thirst
Go on read my mind and you’ll see me at my worst
And I’m saving it for the court and judge
Saving it for the Lord above
But one more thing I’ll pray
That I don't fall in love on hanging day
Day after day inside this tomb
Some days I’m so glad I’ve finally given up on you
But most days I’m not, I wish you were rotting here too
And I’m saving it for the court and judge
Saving it for the Lord above
But one more thing I’ll pray
Don’t give me reason to stay
Don’t let me fall in love on hanging day