Song | Errata Stigmata |
Artist | Babylon Whores |
Album | King Fear |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Litmanen, Vil | |
Oh well hey | |
What did you learn today | |
Of all the world and its pain | |
OfArchons insane? | |
Oh there's a hole up in the sky from where the angels fall | |
To bring ussword and sire children that grow up too tall | |
Oh there's a hole down in the ground where all the dead men go | |
Downpurgatory's highways they gun their souls | |
Oh say you love | |
SatanYeah right | |
What did you learn today | |
Crossing your fingers | |
Applauding the play? | |
Cough up all sixes that you know all signs of horns that you can show | |
Maybe you too are like unto the | |
Beast unto the | |
Fiend and | |
FoeFor certainly the hoof and horn must be whereever hair will grow | |
To callupon the spirits foul to dance upon your goddamn soul | |
Oh say you love | |
Say you love | |
SatanYeah right |
zuo qu : Litmanen, Vil | |
Oh well hey | |
What did you learn today | |
Of all the world and its pain | |
OfArchons insane? | |
Oh there' s a hole up in the sky from where the angels fall | |
To bring ussword and sire children that grow up too tall | |
Oh there' s a hole down in the ground where all the dead men go | |
Downpurgatory' s highways they gun their souls | |
Oh say you love | |
SatanYeah right | |
What did you learn today | |
Crossing your fingers | |
Applauding the play? | |
Cough up all sixes that you know all signs of horns that you can show | |
Maybe you too are like unto the | |
Beast unto the | |
Fiend and | |
FoeFor certainly the hoof and horn must be whereever hair will grow | |
To callupon the spirits foul to dance upon your goddamn soul | |
Oh say you love | |
Say you love | |
SatanYeah right |
zuò qǔ : Litmanen, Vil | |
Oh well hey | |
What did you learn today | |
Of all the world and its pain | |
OfArchons insane? | |
Oh there' s a hole up in the sky from where the angels fall | |
To bring ussword and sire children that grow up too tall | |
Oh there' s a hole down in the ground where all the dead men go | |
Downpurgatory' s highways they gun their souls | |
Oh say you love | |
SatanYeah right | |
What did you learn today | |
Crossing your fingers | |
Applauding the play? | |
Cough up all sixes that you know all signs of horns that you can show | |
Maybe you too are like unto the | |
Beast unto the | |
Fiend and | |
FoeFor certainly the hoof and horn must be whereever hair will grow | |
To callupon the spirits foul to dance upon your goddamn soul | |
Oh say you love | |
Say you love | |
SatanYeah right |