Song | Friendly Fire |
Artist | The Kissaway Trail |
Album | Sleep Mountain |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
My kingdom for a cellar door. | |
The ship sank, too much liquid | |
And too heavy guns behind them | |
Heavy drinkers | |
Heavy soils | |
No place for trees like us. | |
They fought fire, with friendly fire. | |
We eluded capture by hiding | |
In the dark, in the dark | |
In a park | |
Near where we grew up | |
We don't care about them |