Tekster:
James Booth And The Bad Angel

no bounds I'd love to sleep With the whole town Caught between these steaming sheets I made my bed And now she waits Full of hopes and future plans

backbone's made of Yoga has a host and hidden meaning All in the cause of a war Head and heart into battle Hold your hands up and feel the rain Falling and

Hold my tongue there's nothing I can say to you You tie me up with words You tie me up with words I'm so lost you say that you'd pray for me You'd smother

Where'd you steal that song Picked the bones of ancient ones Once they're in your house they stay forever Where'd you learn those moves? From my anger

love, God is love And her lover I'll be I long to leave the world in ecstacy Dance with me around this fire The dance of bad angels who'd love to fly

on it They head and they earl to the toilet and vomit Back East summer MC king since Cuban Pretty Tone Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme Proof and

on it They head and they earl to the toilet and vomit Back East summer MC king since Cuban Pretty Tone Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme Proof and

it They head and they earl to the toilet and vomit Back East summer MC king since Cuban Pretty Tone Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme Proof and you