Sunday's Dirt

You paint it all in black
you claim that god became a goddess
i'm not sure of that
but now i think i understand you
understand you're happy

your kingdom's made of trash
you say you've never had anything
i'm not sur of that
but now i think i understand you
understand you're happy



Credits
Writer(s): Pierre Rousseau
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