Текст песни Pedigree - Phoebe Killdeer & The Short Straws

Feel an urge
To explode
Read you honey
Want to let go
Show us true
Colors baby
Burn a hole
In your pocket
Sit by and wait for me
I'll be coming with the pedigree
Shivers grow
Silver's cold
See your envy
Reaching to know
Bloody taste
Down your collar
Tell me now
Will you be there
Sit by and wait for me
I'll be coming with the pedigree