Monticello

Songtext von Monticello

GenreMetal
Dauer3:04
OriginalspracheEnglisch
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"dillinger was the best known back robber in the world. during robberies dillinger would spring over the bank railing, into the tellers cage, an action that called attention to itself. you knew it was dillinger when you saw him smile." Watered down Letters of hate Watered down Creep in on me (are you ready to die? ready to..die) I've watched that water Drip into mud As charred fingers Stab at my eyes No regrets can touch this soul Stabbing at my brain No regrets can touch this soul Cause i'm a devil, In a three-piece suit That good old green "paint on paper Prostitute" "paint on paper! Prostitute!" For now four walls closing Stabbing at my fate Soon dirt starts staring Down that barrel Turning water into wine It never seemed so sweet Turning faith into blind It never was so easy