Текст (слова) песни: Seven Mary Three - Home Stretch
Yeah you in your mothers new shoes bet you like them as much as her blues Dont tell anyone - but I plan to move the first time you look away Tell me the new apron strings taste to you, yes my pretty young things You tell me that hatred is king (Its to the weak and the manor born)
Like a trick that youve fallen for, you recognize me because: theres only one sound to love