Coheed & Cambria
Coheed & Cambria - Mother Superior songtekst
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Here sleep at the bottom of Hell Your time has come to pick the road You walk in this tale Turn, and as a coward you've learned Through sickness and health, there's only one Now go and bite your tounge You'd say the worst of me, With the hope they 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? lets 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 The sincerest apologies, wont write you out of this one tonight You'll find the right, In the pull of the trigger, now bite Young fools, Don't cry anymore. Fear sleeps inside your stomach it swells A torn boy in long in need of fix In the pinch that cures the itch For too long this little baby has cried on Tomorrow we'll sing the words and song Of a time were glads long gone You'd say the worst of me, With the hope they'd understand No, they know you're just a boy. So grow up and be that man. Little baby, kicking you scream and whine Victims pay the price eventually The cost? Lets 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 The sincerest apologies, wont write you out of this one tonight You'll find the right, In the pull of the trigger, now bite Young fools, Don't cry anymore Mother superior, Come catch the rabbit, he runs. My how you've grown You're frightened of leaving this, truly gone fishing Amalgam Go fetch your gun Your answer is in there, Just stare down the barrel The sincerest apologies, wont write you out of this one tonight You'll find the right, In the pull of the trigger, now bite Young fools, Don't cry anymore 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 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