Besedila:
Two Bed Of Rust

I'm sleeping on a bed of rust And I am breathing hard... And I am breathing hard Some times I feel I'm made of glass And still I breathing hard... And

I'm sleeping on a bed of rust And I am breathing hard... And I am breathing hard Some times I feel I'm made of glass And still I breathing hard... And

chamber "Check one two, one two", that's my favorite Strobe lights is live, Pink Champale Little pink joints being lit up on the side Couple niggas had two

's gone deaf But still remains Upon the beach where hound dogs bay At ships with tattooed sails Heading for the gates of Eden With a time-rusted compass

And I watch the metal rusting, I watch the time go by A week ago at the Diner, I stopped to get a bite And this here lovely lady she sat two seats from

And one for me Three steps forward Two steps back For one more I keep on One for the liar and one for the trust Ignorant bliss One for the metal and one for the rust

Tried my hand at company, wine poured out for two Blue charade that I have made while lying next to you Take the next thing home, my dear, leave me to

. CHRISTINE YOU CAN! Faith are the toes Attatched to your feet So I'll be your feet completely, Always there to strive in your socks, Alive in your socks, No longer dejected, Two

now I cant live without you you'll be the last that my heart goes out to I been cut to many times to trust again, will I bust again will I rust within