MP3: Flogging Molly-Cruel Mistress
Interpret: Flogging Molly
Skladba: Cruel Mistress
Album: Drunken Lullabies
Rok: 2002
Žánr: Punk Rock
Délka skladby: 00:03:57
Velikost souboru: 4.63 Mb
Počet stažení: 0
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  Text skladby: Flogging Molly-Cruel Mistress
Next time out to sea Bring enough soul to bury me For I don't want my final jig In a belly of a squid
Next time out to sea Bring enough soul to bury me For I don't want my final jig In a belly of a squid
Take my trousers take my shirt
Just give me that sweet dirt For the water's cold and grim And I never did learn to swim
No her love never set me free So I set off for the ocean Now in my dreams she comes to me Whispering of peace
But I've known since the day That we sailed for Santiago Her dry embrace would kiss my face No never, no more
The sea is a cruel mistress The sea is a cruel mistress
Many moons to the day That I threw her love away Now every whale spouts, "Go to hell" As the wind laughs in my face
I've grown harder on the eyes And salty to the taste My pride has gone with the wake As I wait a cold wet grave
I rose to the smell Of a wet desert hell And I thought to myself How'd I wind up in this jail
Till a voice called to me From deep within the sea Dry your eyes my dear fisherman Your ass belongs to me
The sea is a cruel mistress The sea is a cruel mistress
The earth will rest my bones Lord I know, Lord I know But I'll see you when I get home From the cold, yeah from the cold
No her love never set me free So I set out for the ocean Now in my dreams she comes to me Whispering of peace
But I've known since the day That we sailed for Santiago Her dry embrace would kiss my face No never, no more
The sea is a cruel mistress The sea is a cruel mistress
Next time out to sea Bring enough soil to bury me For I don't want my final jig In the belly of a squid
Next time out to sea Bring enough soil to bury me For in my dreams she comes to me Whispering of peace
Next time out to sea Bring enough soil to bury me For I don't want my final jig In the belly of a squid
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