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Rights to Your Soul的歌词
Walking on a summer day down in Wayland Square
When we came upon a begging flower with dreadlocks in her hair
A younger girl, cyanotic too soon
She shoots us back a look, keep that pity to yourself
Then she turns away so violently and fixes up again
Life-stealing chill digging into her
Why have you turned out this way?
Have all those cheap shots got you running so far away?
Because it owns, owns the right to your soul
Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
Reluctantly I threw some cash and pity in her can
Knowing full well that the money was is earmarked for a bad plan
Admit kindness to a fault, I guess
She half smiles, half cries, catch that pity in her eyes
Then she looks away within a hurry for her begging cry
Christ, she looks on her last leg
Why have you turned out this way?
Have all those cheap shots got you running so far away?
Because it owns, owns the right to your soul
Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
How do you concede young life to a dragon?
How about kicking your demons loose for a ride on the wagon?
Why have you turned out this way?
Have all those hot shots got a hold of you, lifting you away?
Why have you turned out this way?
Have all those cheap shots got you running so far away?
Because it owns, owns the right to your soul
Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
Why have you turned out this way?
Have all those cheap shots got you running so far away?
Because it owns, owns the right to your soul
Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
Before the heroin stole the rights to your soul
When we came upon a begging flower with dreadlocks in her hair
A younger girl, cyanotic too soon
She shoots us back a look, keep that pity to yourself
Then she turns away so violently and fixes up again
Life-stealing chill digging into her
Why have you turned out this way?
Have all those cheap shots got you running so far away?
Because it owns, owns the right to your soul
Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
Reluctantly I threw some cash and pity in her can
Knowing full well that the money was is earmarked for a bad plan
Admit kindness to a fault, I guess
She half smiles, half cries, catch that pity in her eyes
Then she looks away within a hurry for her begging cry
Christ, she looks on her last leg
Why have you turned out this way?
Have all those cheap shots got you running so far away?
Because it owns, owns the right to your soul
Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
How do you concede young life to a dragon?
How about kicking your demons loose for a ride on the wagon?
Why have you turned out this way?
Have all those hot shots got a hold of you, lifting you away?
Why have you turned out this way?
Have all those cheap shots got you running so far away?
Because it owns, owns the right to your soul
Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
Why have you turned out this way?
Have all those cheap shots got you running so far away?
Because it owns, owns the right to your soul
Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
Before the heroin stole the rights to your soul