paroles de chanson War Pony Destroyer - The Cult

From the cradle to the grave i threw my life away
And the gunshots that i heard are just gears against the word

War pony destroyer war pony destroyer destroyer destroyer

Be my vicious leather jacket
And my eyes ripped and torn like i′d never been born people
The endless crawl and the endless dance
The powder the city rip back your tired lies
You rip off your disguise
Will i be will i be well

Spit it up spit it up spit it up
Spit it up spit it up spit it up

Get the paper take the band
And break him down break his hands
Take his eyes steal his words
Fill his mouth with butter put candy in his ears
And you bleed
Our sacred garden stripped
I rise above the rest
I fade into the test
When i be when i be when i be your

High and dry ahead of me and he don't got the head of me
And you are not ahead of me and he don′t got the head of me

I am not the enemy we are not the enemy
And you are not the enemy and we are not the enemy