Текст песни Fatima Mansions, The - You Won`t Get Me Home
Fatima Mansions, The - You Won`t Get Me Home слова песни
Her uncle won`t support her now
He loves his Masons more
with their Boy Scout songs of Jahbulon
as they flocked to gore some whores
She says, "You won`t get me home
You won`t get me home
Everything I own is gone."
They built a wall around the town to keep her plague within
until all of the unclean had died atoning for their sins
You won`t get me home
You won`t get me home
Leave my mouth alone
You`re old -- you`re old!
You won`t get me home
to jump my tired bones
Now leave my mouth alone and go!
Go! Go!
The Prince of Caledonia, he drives a diesel van
Yeah, he peddles skag in Hamilton
He`s the reality man, reality man
You`re not your own executioner, no
You`re not your own executioner, no
You`re not your own executioner, even though they tell you,
they tell you, they tell you, they tell you so!