Paroles de The Darlings Of Lumberland

Yes, it's the Darlings of Lumberland Their voices are the echoes mausoleums turn to sand Empty hollow sockets freeze the soldiers where they stand The Darlings of Lumberland It's getting difficult for a ghoul Wax museum dreams are so foolish No rehearsal, no finishing school It's getting difficult for a ghoul Hold my cold dead hand for a bit Just got my cast off, I'm gonna blast off A little melody if time permits Hold my cold dead hand for a bit Yes, it's the Darlings of Lumberland Pull you off the bank and by popular demand Drag you by your mind, now you're under their command The Darlings of Lumberland Yes, it's the Darlings of Lumberland Their voices are the echoes mausoleums turn to sand Empty hollow sockets freeze the soldiers where they stand The Darlings of Lumberland