Текст песни Stone Tells - Drift And Crash

Текст:

I can't believe I'm not skiding I swear the tyres are yelling The plane trees are now gambling You are shambling to reach the tomb When we'll knock at the deathroom My ringbell will be a boom You built your carrer as a shelter Ignore your wife, belittle your sons I drank, and puke this blinker Wearing the bright stain of hellions When you'll lay on a gilded coffin I'll be beyond the three mourners Next to the sheeny assassin A mutant made of kings and beggars

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