thought the taste of you Would be the only thing to make me bleed All alone in my funeral home Playing in blood there's just got to be Something wrong with
the taste of you Would be the only thing to make me bleed, all alone in my Funeral home, playing in blood there's just got to be Something's wrong with
thought the taste of you Would be the only thing to make me bleed, all alone in my Funeral home, playing in blood there's just got to be Something's wrong with
