歌曲 | Junkyard God |
歌手 | Pig Destroyer |
专辑 | Prowler In the Yard |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
My knuckles are bleeding on your front door and these flowers are wilting in the rain. | |
They were for you and now they are for no one. | |
They are irrelevant as mercenaries in times of peace. | |
They are smoke twisting off the lips of a movie star. | |
Here is a boy with paper skin who longs to touch the girl of broken glass. | |
She loves it when he wears his skin like that. | |
In tatters. |