Lyrics

Rogues have dabbled in the womb Molding up calves of tomorrow Mothering the bird Such a day to cluck In this anathematized brothel Rogues have dabbled in the womb Molding up calves of tomorrow Mothering the bird Such a day to cluck In this anathematized brothel Beans, sowed over their shoulders Reaping up the doubts For Lemu, Lemuralia Lemuralia Well this should be lighter Say again that nothing matters Well this should be lighter Say again that nothing matters Well this should be lighter Say again that nothing matters Well this should be lighter Say again that nothing matters Ganesha's caught in a skirmish Rouging in the skirts of Amrapali Ganesha's caught in a skirmish Rouging in the skirts of Amrapali Ganesha's caught in a skirmish Rouging in the skirts of Amrapali Ganesha's caught in a skirmish Rouging in the skirts of Amrapali Well this should be lighter Say again that nothing matters Well this should be lighter Say again that nothing matters Well this should be lighter Say again that nothing matters Well this should be lighter Say again that nothing matters Ganesha's caught in a skirmish Rouging in the skirts of Amrapali Ganesha's caught in a skirmish Rouging in the skirts of Amrapali Ganesha's caught in a skirmish Rouging in the skirts of Amrapali Ganesha's caught in a skirmish Rouging in the skirts of Amrapali Nothing matters
Writer(s): Pierre Mottron Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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