Текст песни The Academy Of Sun - So What, Caravaggio

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SO WHAT, CARAVAGGIO The sort of boy that never learns, A bag of rage and carpet burns. Leans in to do another line, Kills himself to prove he's fine. So what? Caravaggio was a murderer. Wrings the toxins from his hair, Bottles them to sell at the fair. Nose is cakes with snot and blood, Fights until he's understood. So what? Caravaggio was a murderer. Angels with dirty faces and dirty hands From dirty places with dirty plans Formed of dirty sneers and dirty answers Pumping out dirty tears from dirty glands. I can feel my skeleton protesting its cargo I can feel my skeleton protesting its cargo... So what? Caravaggio was a murderer. So what? Caravaggio was a murderer!

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