Little Beast
The whole town's dripping down the hill
Like the spine of something dead
Slide in shadow cobble-creep
Burn your mark and leave
The trench conventions yellow eyes
Follow her the local flower
The girls a priest (to me at least)
Since baptism peroxide
And fear is not respect
Correct
But it's the best you're gonna get
Sharp blow to the bridge of the nose
Sharp blow and anything goes
Autor(es): Peter James Turner, Richard Barry Jupp, Craig Lee Potter, Mark Potter, Guy Edward John Garvey
