Текст песни The Church - Musk, слова песни The Church

Текст песни The Church - Musk

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Infidel baby Oh my heathen childBaghdad`s still ten leagues awayI go on undefiledWrap yourself in frankincenseWrap yourself in ragsIn the crowded market streetsOut among the hagsI`d offer you just one gold fleeceI`d offer you my breadWho`s been inside your aching bonesWho`s been inside your headInfidel babyOh my little girlNothing I can do for youNothing in this worldA thousand angry men-at-armsA hundred vulgar priestsA pair of dirty little handsArousing drowsy beastsThere`s a mad look in her mother`s faceThere`s a whisper on the tongueNo peace in all of ChristendomUntil this song is sung

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