Songtext von Indian Weed

Noble patron is forcing the maiden to To keep her pretty little mouth shut tight He keeps her secrets concerning her humiliating sins And this is what happens When virtue is turned around and preyed upon Made it hurt you Penelope was lacking in simplicity She was a waster with the wormwood and the Indian weed There is always something to hide We've all got an unfulfilled need Penelope was lacking in simplicity She was a waster with the wormwood And the Indian weed People live with secrets all the time You've got yours I've got mine People live with secrets all the time You've got yours I've got mine