Cut City piosenki

I've got the devil by my bedside We talk from time to time About our favourite son And the bells that chime I've got deserters as companions I need the battles to stay in place But I really can't make it rhyme with safe Like ashes like millions of pri...

Beggars should be choosers when chased away Come call the trenches our homes There are places for people like us How coloured just everything With hands of young numb boys But we're older should be wiser Stupidity will only secure some time awa...

Dear catastrophes and friends I sold myself short this time It reveals more of how I conceive this play Can't count the times I've turned to you in dismay But I would never... Different hands draw different things I disregarded that But I invented ways...