Song | Dustbowl |
Artist | Horse Feathers |
Album | Words Are Dead |
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Viscious are the mouthes she tastes. | |
Wicked are the vowes she breaks. | |
Leaving all her luck to haste. | |
Leaving all her luck to waste. | |
All these things in a box, | |
Where she goes she lays. | |
Leaving all these men tonight, | |
Leaving all these boys to fight. | |
Leaving all her luck to haste. | |
Leaving all her lust to waste. | |
All these things in a box, | |
Where she goes she stops. | |
Hell to all these moneymakers. | |
Lives they won't mistake. | |
Oh, you knew I loved to hate her. | |
Eyes that won't debate. |