Testi:
Dustin Kensrue

I've got a feeling, it's hard to explain Feels like the devil rents a room in my brain The things im ashamed of feel like dear old st paul The things

I love how you curse when I wake you up And sweetly demand that I fill your cup. I follow your cool gun powder glare Honey, you lay me bare. You're

I've got bills to pay Taxman on my tail Just keep prayin' that the check's in the mail There are times it seems when everything's lost and I'm moaning

You were once a sweet little girl so innocent and pure Your eyes were open and sure anyone could look right in I followed closely your gaze you looked

I've got a feeling, it's hard to explain Feels like the devil rents a room in my brain The things I'm ashamed of feel like dear old St. Paul The things

be done To deal out truth and justice With swift and sober guns For years you met our thirst Still deserts we have roamed We'll be done with dust and

You were once a sweet little girl So innocent and pure Your eyes were open and sure Anyone could look right in And I followed closely your gaze You looked

Love how you curse when I wake you up Sweetly demand that I fill your cup With the smile of your cool gunpowder glare Honey, you lay me bare You're the

I've got a feeling, it's hard to explain Feels like the devil rents a room in my brain The things im ashamed of feel like dear old st paul The things