Swan Lake - Petersburg, Liberty Theater, 1914 lyrics

rate me

If when you call she comes for you: give your all, boy...

we shot the holes in the portable well:

and that's why your boyfriend tracked us

in the wastes that the demons of hell avoid as the road bends

and the pity of woman is the seed of our sainthood:

born from a slack din done blasted

done, by the archangel's light, "I hate your new boyfriend!"

we sow the songs the earth bears our wrong our pales wrongs all along!<br />

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Thanks to razvan