The Southern Death Cult piosenki

just have faith sweat drips sweat sticks sweet smells of Gin static Heaven knows nobody Heaven knows nobody A once proud noble man fades down the roadside a bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand out of sight out of mind we will survive Wild...

ticker tape flutters to the ground the young man standing in the crowd waves a paper flag flutter and all his thoughts he is proud dropping far away by the grace of god we will go on by the grace of god we will go on but time is crucified songs from o...