Paroles de End Up Dead

Like an itch That won't go away Walking the streets Eager to play Finally finds Moment of joy No questions Approach the toy But they always End up dead After [he's clear] Follow the tracks Officer's desk Growing stacks He will strike again Some day Summertime And they always End up dead Some day Summertime And they always End up dead Like an itch That won't go away Walking the streets Eager to play Finally finds Moment of joy No questions Approach the toy But they always End up dead Some day Summertime And they always End up dead