Текст песни Todd Rundgren - Call to The Grave
Todd Rundgren - Call to The Grave слова песни
The rain washes away and purifiesIt washed down the flesh we catered forAnd we who sell so much and wanted moreThe crows will come and peck away our eyesPerhaps [...]It drove us to these tides from which we swingLike [...] starlings on the wingLike horses droppings on a country roadOh brothers learn from us, so it beginsAnd pray to God that hell forgive my sinsThe girls who flaunt their breasts as bait thereTo catch some sucker who will love themThe youth so sly, they stand and wait thereTo grab their single earnings off themThe crooks, the tarts, the tart protectorsThe muggers and the maggotsThe psychopath, the [...]I pray that they forgive my sinSomeone has taken [...] crowbarAnd caved their ugly faces inI only ask to know its overPray that they forgive my sin