The Poor Us
We are nothing
We are looking like nothing
We are nothing I tell you
Just a big juicy nothing
The Poor... us
Hold me
Hole me tight
For I see no sun
That mourning star refuses to come
The Poor...us
Loveless nothing that's a song for you
Your poor old laughing is no more you
No more you... it's no more you
Autor(es): Efthimis Karadimas
