"To get out of smell of mould, to get back on your feet again -
let every
god have his day" - and again the leather is black as i lie on
fragments of
glass, more broke than ever - no more ti amo - trying not to
hate the guts
we all have - 'cause i got the guts and i feel the guilt - now
we still hate
it when we play the part of the greek - vanhaa suolaa siihen
haavaan joka
vuotaa edelleen - and who swore not to let it out in here just
to see the
boots rot away in one's feet - so better ring the bell of
whoredom if it
wants to ring, or just forget all perverse offerings - the
writhing stays
the same even if you got the guts and you feel the guilt - now
we still hate
it when we play the part of the greek - vanhaa suolaa siihen
haavaan joka
vuotaa edelleen - minne sattuu ihmiseen - vanhaa suolaa siihen
haavaan joka
vuotaa edelleen
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