Текст песни Two Thirty Eight (Two ThirtyEight) - The Bastard Son and The Spoiled One
Two Thirty Eight (Two ThirtyEight) - The Bastard Son and The Spoiled One слова песни
I`m running out of fingers to count the things I`ve done wrong.I`m dangling from the towers I`ve built to save my life.Could it be I`ve been the one to kiss you to a tree?Do you remember, when I was younger, what you used to say?"If you raise them up, raise them up in me, they will not turn away."Could it be I`ve been the one who almost went astray?I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.