Слушать бесплатно A Place In The Dirt

We are damned, and we are dead All God's children to be sent Into our perfect place in the sun, In the dirt There's a windshield in my heart We are bugs so smeared and scarred Could you stop the meat from stinking, before I swallow all of it? Could you please... Put me in the motorcade Put me in the death parade Dress me up take me Dress me up and make me your dying God Angels were needles, poked through our eyes Let the ugly light world in We were no longer blind We were no longer blind Put me in the motorcade Put me in the death parade Dress me up take me Dress me up and make me your dying God