Текст песни Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - The Six Strings That Drew Blood
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - The Six Strings That Drew Blood слова песни
Guitar thug blew into townHis eyes like wheels spinnin` roundJerkin-off at every soundLayin` all his crosses downO yeahHe got Six StringsThe Six Strings that drew bloodThe bar is full of Holy-JoesA Holy-hole-a-whole-ariaAround the neck of our consumptive roseis the root of all his sorrowsO yeahHe got Six StringsSix Strings that drew bloodA Holy-hole-a-whole-ariaSix Strings that drew bloodIn the bathroom under coverHe turns on one tap to discoverHe`s smashed his teeth out on the otherWell he look in the mirror and saydon`t fuck me brotherCause I got Six StringsSix Strings that drew bloodNumbin` the runt of reputation they call rat fameTop-E as a tourniquetA low tune whistles across his graveForever the master and the slave of his Six StringsA Holy-hole-a-whole-ariaSix Strings that drew blood.