Letra de Tears on Fresh Fruit

Just when you've found your way to The boiler room They come and dig you out With picks and shovels and Acetelyne torches I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit Behind the boney walls of my skull There was playing a lullaby La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la We're just trying to be free Of our bodies Our stomachs full of liquor All our lungs Full of water I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit Behind the boney walls of my skull There was playing a lullaby La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la, la