Текст песни Kilgore Smudge - Senorita Beefeater
Kilgore Smudge - Senorita Beefeater слова песни
Everyone`s footsteps pound like hammers to my brain And all the lives I`ve brokeAnd all that remainsEverything, everyone around me reminds meOf my sinsIf I was Mr. Turtle ManI`d pull my head back inI`m not your JesusI`m not yourHere in my shell, alone I dwellMy so called friends come with pitchforksAnd drag me off to hell�Cuz I made too many promisesThat I can`t alterI may look like your JesusBut I can`t walk on waterI`m not your JesusI`m not yourFalse, indifferenceNot really here rightJust a lump of clay with a crown of thornsCould`ve been the leader of the master raceOr a Greek poet before I was bornMy soul is not my ownIt`s shared with a thousand fading dreamsExposed to the naked eye is whyI`m always picked last on the teamI`m not your JesusI`m not your