broken beads

I could have itwithout with the whores and their buggies
I suppose their father knows bestwhere the wind goesyou could always see into the dark for miles aroundmy job was to try and make a soundthen
I heard the call of
I heard the call toscreaming “
I don't wanna”
I saw the girlsthe new world minstrelswhispering “
I don't wanna”tormented kingsyour children of the earth singunder an embalmed clear skyunder an embalmed clear sky
I foresee that you'll be weakenedthe children of your cash
I can tell you can't live without itwho was
I to come between a whore and her money?yes there is a warboys versus girlsclowns versus their curls
I invested welland heavily into your antics
I requested suicide blondeloudlyyes there is a warits much like the one
I've been waiting forboys versus girlsclowns versus their curls
I heard the call of
I heard the call toscreaming “
I don't wanna”
I saw the pearlsthe new world minstrelswhispering “
I don't wanna”tormented kingsyour children of the earth singunder an embalmed clear skyunder an embalmed clear sky
I heard the call of
I heard the call toscreaming “
I don't wanna”
I saw the pearlsthe new world minstrelswhispering “
I don't wanna”tormented kingsyour children of the earth sing