Текст песни BECK - Profanity Prayers
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Текст песни BECK - Profanity Prayers
In a cast iron cage you couldn't help but stare like a creatureWith the laws of a brothel and the fireproof bones of a preacherAnd your lingo coined from the sacrament of a casinoOn a government loan with a guillotine in your libidoWho's gonna answerProfanity prayersWho's gonna answer( )These profanity prayersWell you know how it looks when you pull all your books from the tableAnd you stare into space trying to discern what to say nowAnd you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathingCos you can't just live on air and float to the ceilingWho's gonna answerProfanity prayersWho's gonna answerProfanity prayersWho's gonna answerProfanity prayersWho's gonna answerProfanity prayers