Los 43

It takes a special type of man
To smile with bloodstains on his hands
I guess you know it all too well
Shaking hands, your bread and butter's show and tell

43 reasons, back on the bus and out of sight

How'd you sleep when you're in bed
The ghosts are playing with your head
43 will see you in the end



Credits
Writer(s): Indigo Drone
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