paroles de chanson Horns - Children of Bodom

Bloodshot eyes
and a dead beat stance
Shit for brains
I'm a game of change
One cut, two cut
Counting scars
Three cut
Horns up behind the bars
I'm not your patron saint
I'm not your patron saint
Horns up or down
And now horns up
I am your warpaint
Youre not my angel dear
Youre not my angel dear
Lets make this crystal clear
Horns up I am your worst fear
Its not the cough that carries me off
Its the motherfucking coffin they carry me off in
Its not the cough that carries you off
oh, Its the coffin they carry you off in
I'm not your patron saint
I'm not your patron saint
Horns up or down
And now horns up
I am your warpaint
Youre not my angel dear
Youre not my angel dear
Lets make this crystal clear
Horns up I am your worst fear
One shot
Ten shot
Just in case
what it takes to get you out of my face
If I wake up strapped up in my bed
You can slit my wrists
I'd rather be dead
I'm not your patron saint
I'm not your patron saint
Horns up or down
And now horns up
I am your warpaint
Youre not my angel dear
Youre not my angel dear
Lets make this crystal clear
Horns up I am your worst fear