Текст песни Dark Side Cowboys - Autumn Song
Dark Side Cowboys - Autumn Song слова песни
Oh drizzle, oh thunder, a feather stitchSo pale and painted, occult you look my dearSo shady, unveiling, so worthy my sonSo splendid, mysterious, your way f turning (what?) blackSo call your God of darknessYes, call your God of darknessAnd see if he can help you now!A theatre performance, a sharp tooth clownNeedles and filthy signsPlay your death march, take me dancing, you practical jokesSnake skin bitch, propose to me...So call your damn God of darknessYes, call your God of darknessAnd see if he can help you now!Children gather round here, to hear this tale endOf you I thought so much more, betterAll here nets and hollow eyesWhigs, sticks and a devil`s workshop