Empty Coupe

I walk myself my baby
I walk until I reach again
Your beauty and your maybe
Reject me please please once again

Sitting in empty coupe
Thinking just about train tracks
Cold rusty bullet, baby
Cold flu, headache and anthrax

Touch me with your finger
And stab me with your shiny scythe
Cover me with your robe
And eat my crying bloody eyes

Vultures circle above me
My life is coming to the end
A big black statue I see
Just do your work and call me friend

Touch me with your finger
And stab me with your shiny scythe
Cover me with your robe
And eat my crying bloody eyes



Credits
Writer(s): Adam šebek, Petr Skala, Vladimír Pacovský
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