Pygmylush - November Song текст песни

Don't cut me off here, it's snowin'.
Soul suckin' skull for brains,
Why can't you see where you're goin'?
That's the dust of moss that'cha chokin'
When the ghost of Sean comes hauntin',
Don't come too close 'cause we're dangerous,
You endanger us.
It's no way to go.
You're in my lane, it's no way to go.
Through a maze that we inherit.
We're all just going home.
All my life and every minute,
I'm just going home.
Through your day all you did was panic.
You're ugly when you're alone.
You were wrong, I'm not perfect.