Текст песни Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Princess of New York
Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Princess of New York слова песни
By the garbage cans the sitsIn her hands she holds a plastic bagShe borrowed from the supermarketHer eyes starring holes into the nightOpen windows are her radioLuxury for her backyard bedShe knows every storyOf all the gloom and gloryThis city wrote through all the yearsYou cant miss her cause she isAlways talking to a mailboxWhispering secrets right intoThe darkness where you cant hear herSpeak or talk but believe me that she isThe princess of new yorkDown 5th avenue she walksDragging her body round the blockTrying to collect her mealThe parking meters are her friendsFor each one shes got a nameHello eddie how are you today ?