6 acessos
You questioned her legs, spread on the table
Vultures that prey in her bosom, cursed her questions
Said she was dead anyway
A virgin mild scream
She wasn't dead, just wasted
Said I'll find a true eagle some day
Give him my genitals in a paper cup
Give him my soul and rainbow
Lie (?), sing this song
Take a god from his list
Push a baby from these legs
Bring it to him in a manger