Oh, the past I just can't find A flower to be saved A flower for your grave Mama at times I just don't know Oh, sweet Jesus, where'd I go? What it was
Vertaling: Black Label Society. Sweet Jesus.
of their own death, they await his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they share his misery. Fuck
myth. In anticipation of their own death, they await his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they share
