Letras

I chop and I change and the mystery thickens There's blood on my hands and you want me to listen To brawn and to brain when the truth's in the middle Born of the grain like all the riddles B-b-burn the skin off and climb the roof tops Thy will be done B-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of King, kingdom, kingdom, kingdom You kill when you talk and the enemy weakens Your words start to walk and you're not even speakin' If my heart is a war its soldiers are bleedin' If my heart is a war its soldiers are dead B-b-burn the skin off and climb the roof tops Thy will be done B-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of Your king, kingdom, kingdom, kingdom I've lost and I've gained, while I was thinking You cut off my hands when I wanted to twist If you know how to dance to Boney Maroney He's doin' the ballet on both of his wrists B-b-burn the skin off, climb the roof tops Thy will be done B-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of Your k-k-kingdom, k-k-king B-b-b-burn the skin off and climb the roof tops Thy will be done B-b-bite the nose off and make the most of Your king, kingdom, kingdom, kingdom You're a bitter malignous person And the d-d-death is well overdue
Writer(s): Ian Stephen Mcculloch, Peter Louis Vincent De Freitas, Leslie Thomas Pattinson, William Alfred Sergeant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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