We can have some more,
Nature is a whore,
Bruises on the fruit,
Tender age in bloom.
He’s the one who likes,
all our pretty songs and he,
Likes to sing along and he,
likes to shoot his gun… but he…
We can have some more,
Nature is a whore,
Bruises on the fruit,
Tender age in bloom.
He’s the one who likes,
all our pretty songs and he,
Likes to sing along and he,
likes to shoot his gun… but he…
