- cifra
Life tasted sweet when I was the bad twin
Devil himself sat waving me by
All of my tattoos
They were of no use
No monetary values have I
Ooh
Wont be long till I belong
Bird at my window tells me tomorrow
Mean ol tornado carries me off
Pulls me from bed and bashes my head in
Buries me halfway across the globe
Ooh
Wont be long till I belong
Without all of this unlucky skin
Think of me often
Loosen my coffin
Let all the bugs in my wooden home
Ooh
Wont be long till I belong
Without all of this unlucky skin
