Текст песни Roman Holiday - Every Time I Die
We
cut
our
teeth
in
the
bedroom
We
slit
our
wrists
in
our
costumes
All
of
them
Witches
Witches
Witches
Witches
We
are
the
death
at
the
party
We
are
the
life
of
the
funeral
All
of
us
Ragmen
Ragmen
Ragmen
Ragmen
I
want
the
ripened
fruit
I
want
the
fresh
meat
I
want
the
first
born
I
want
the
down
beat
We
traded
vows
on
the
front
line
They
ushered
us
through
the
stop
sign
All
of
them
Witches
Witches
Witches
Witches
We
found
our
way
in
the
blackout
We
are
the
ghosts
in
the
lighthouse
All
of
us
Ragmen
Ragmen
Ragmen
Ragmen
I
want
the
open
wound
I
want
the
dark
street
I
want
the
virgin
blood
I
want
the
wet
heat
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