And only when
The sun is ours
Didn't take long
To find out
I'm a
I'm a husk
Made of diamond stuff
I don't seem to bleed this time
This time
(Hair slicked back to a black slick)
(The red river pulls me up to scratch an itch)
(On an anthracite field I am laid out)
(And a diamond drill takes my feet off)
(Hair slicked back to a black slick)
(The red river pulls me up to scratch an itch)
(On an anthracite field I am laid out)
(And a diamond drill takes my feet off)
(Hair slicked back to a black slick)
(The red river pulls me up to scratch an itch)
(On an anthracite field I am laid out)
(And a diamond drill takes my feet off)
