Monday, 4 July 2011

"blood money.."

and as i walk.. in the footholes.. for those whose feet are..are deemed to big... behind to follow.. i cross the ravines and now..the desert my.. shoes my elbow.. an empty bottle.. reflecting in the black sun..reflecting in the black sun..

dnghh dnhghh dnhghh dnhggh (x2)

and death i stalked.. 'cross london's bridges.. i stole his white horse saddle..i whipped some dust.. and broke his pose.. but all i learned.. in my defence..was a clear indifference.. blood money.. for a black sun.. blood money.. for a black sun..

dnghh dnhghh dnhghh dnhggh (x4)

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