Coheed And Cambria
Mother Superior dainos žodžiai
Here, sleep at the bottom of hell
Your time has come to pick the road you'll walk in this tale
Turned as a coward you've learned
Through sickness and health, there's only one
Now go and bite your tongue You'll just say of the worst of me, with a hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be a man
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost let's see... your life You've got nothing to prove
Stay afraid. Young brother
You've got nothing to prove Your answer is in there. Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight...you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger now bite
Oh young fools, don't cry...anymore A fear sleeps inside your stomach...it swells
A torn boy alone in need of fix and the pinch that cures the itch
For too long, this little baby has cried on
For tomorrow we'll sing the words in song
Of a time we're glad is long gone You'll just say of the worst of me, with a hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be a man
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost let's see... your life You've got nothing to prove
Stay afraid. Young brother
You've got nothing to prove Your answer is in there. Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight...you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger now bite
Oh young fools, don't cry Mother Superior come catch the rabbit, he runs, my how've you been?
You're frightened of leaving this truly gone fishing amalgam
Go fetch your gun Your answer is in there. Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight...you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger now bite
Oh young fools, don't cry Not anymore...Don't cry boy
Not anymore...Don't cry boy
Not anymore...Don't cry boy
When you're sick to the stomach just pull out the knife
Not anymore...Don't cry boy
Not anymore...Don't cry boy
Not anymore...Don't cry boy
When you're sick to the stomach just pull out the knife
Your time has come to pick the road you'll walk in this tale
Turned as a coward you've learned
Through sickness and health, there's only one
Now go and bite your tongue You'll just say of the worst of me, with a hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be a man
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost let's see... your life You've got nothing to prove
Stay afraid. Young brother
You've got nothing to prove Your answer is in there. Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight...you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger now bite
Oh young fools, don't cry...anymore A fear sleeps inside your stomach...it swells
A torn boy alone in need of fix and the pinch that cures the itch
For too long, this little baby has cried on
For tomorrow we'll sing the words in song
Of a time we're glad is long gone You'll just say of the worst of me, with a hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be a man
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost let's see... your life You've got nothing to prove
Stay afraid. Young brother
You've got nothing to prove Your answer is in there. Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight...you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger now bite
Oh young fools, don't cry Mother Superior come catch the rabbit, he runs, my how've you been?
You're frightened of leaving this truly gone fishing amalgam
Go fetch your gun Your answer is in there. Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight...you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger now bite
Oh young fools, don't cry Not anymore...Don't cry boy
Not anymore...Don't cry boy
Not anymore...Don't cry boy
When you're sick to the stomach just pull out the knife
Not anymore...Don't cry boy
Not anymore...Don't cry boy
Not anymore...Don't cry boy
When you're sick to the stomach just pull out the knife
