- cifra
Drift all you like, from ocean to ocean
Search the whole world
But drunken confessions and hijacked affairs
Will just make you more alone
When you come home, I’ll bake you a cake
Made of all their eyes
I wish you could see me dressed for the kill
You’re my man of war
You’re my man of war
Yeah, the worms will come for you
Big boots
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So unplug the phones, stop all the taps
It all comes flooding back
To poison clouds and poisoned dwarves
You’re my man of war
You’re my man of war
Yeah, the worms will come for you
Big boots
Yeah, the worms will come for you
Big boots
For you
Big boots
