Tête Hand

Are you going to, scrach your head
And let the light come in
From your loser flower fields

You can still come through the door
With your hands above your head
And let you hit your frames
Let the dust commence

He heals his opium doors
Keeps his knife close
He'll never bother you
Just he doesn't bother him

You can still come through the door
With your hands above your head
And let you hit your frames
Let the dust commence



Credits
Writer(s): Balog Zsombor
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