Текст песни Flotsam And Jetsam - Surgery
Flotsam And Jetsam - Surgery слова песни
"It`s not supposed to be fairIt`s not supposed to careIt`s not supposed to be freeIt`s taken part of meIt doesn`t hear compromiseIt tells you all its liesIt says on minute to stayIt pushes you awayLight the torch and breatheCook some more for meRe-up and thenWe`ll do it againIt rips your soul to shredsIt`s changing all that`s in your headIt`s swelling up your wounded heartIt`s just about to startIt will work out fineIt`s mastered dishing out all the linesIt carries needles, guns, and knivesIt enters little livesYou think it`s too late nowAll you can think is more somehowJust light the torch and take it inIt`s all you need againYou say it works out fineYou`ve finished dishing out all the linesNow you carry guns, needles, and knivesYou ruin little lives"