Текст песни The Fatima Mansions - You Won`t Get Me Home
The Fatima Mansions - You Won`t Get Me Home слова песни
Her uncle won`t support her nowHe loves his Masons morewith their Boy Scout songs of Jahbulonas they flocked to gore some whoresShe says, "You won`t get me homeYou won`t get me homeEverything I own is gone."They built a wall around the town to keep her plague withinuntil all of the unclean had died atoning for their sinsYou won`t get me homeYou won`t get me homeLeave my mouth aloneYou`re old -- you`re old!You won`t get me hometo jump my tired bonesNow leave my mouth alone and go!Go! Go!The Prince of Caledonia, he drives a diesel vanYeah, he peddles skag in HamiltonHe`s the reality man, reality manYou`re not your own executioner, noYou`re not your own executioner, noYou`re not your own executioner, even though they tell you,they tell you, they tell you, they tell you so!