Broken Beads

I could have itwithout with the whores and their buggies

I suppose their father knows bestwhere the wind goesyou could always see into the dark for miles aroundmy job was to try and make a soundthen

I heard the call of

I heard the call toscreaming “

I don't wanna”

I saw the girlsthe new world minstrelswhispering “

I don't wanna”tormented kingsyour children of the earth singunder an embalmed clear skyunder an embalmed clear sky

I foresee that you'll be weakenedthe children of your cash

I can tell you can't live without itwho was

I to come between a whore and her money?yes there is a warboys versus girlsclowns versus their curls

I invested welland heavily into your antics

I requested suicide blondeloudlyyes there is a warits much like the one

I've been waiting forboys versus girlsclowns versus their curls

I heard the call of

I heard the call toscreaming “

I don't wanna”

I saw the pearlsthe new world minstrelswhispering “

I don't wanna”tormented kingsyour children of the earth singunder an embalmed clear skyunder an embalmed clear sky

I heard the call of

I heard the call toscreaming “

I don't wanna”

I saw the pearlsthe new world minstrelswhispering “

I don't wanna”tormented kingsyour children of the earth sing