paroles de chanson Virgin Death - Pentagram

Send me home to bust my back
Strap me to your torture rack
You're out all night, you sleep all day
When we talk, I've got no say
There's five bad points
All chalked up for you
Got five of my own
I think they'll come through
Yeah, they're gonna take you to your virgin death
You're gonna get it
Well, I just want your soul
Before you're too old
No need to wait
Until it's too late, yeah
It's all over now