Killed By Killers Who Kill Each Other
Oh, I've known lonely. A faker in a room of phonies.
Sharp dressed pigs, jet black behind the eyes.
They wet down my wings, I can't stay dry.
Oh, I've known lonely. A faker in a room of phonies.
Sharp dressed pigs, jet black behind the eyes.
They wet down my wings, I can't stay dry.
Lay it on me thick, let us both admit that (in this place) innocence, it don't exist.
Help me follow fast this last shallow and pray, my pretty, your heart to keep kept away from the pigs we've kept at bay.
