- Every Time I Die Roman Holiday 歌詞
- Every Time I Die
- We cut our teeth in the bedroom
We slit our wrists in our costumes All of them witches, witches, witches, witches We are the death of the party We are the life of the funeral All of us ragmen, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen I want the ripened fruit I want the fresh meat I want the first born I want the down beat We traded vows on the front line They ushered us through the stop sign All of them witches, witches, witches, witches We found our way in the blackout We are the ghosts in the lighthouse All of us ragmen, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen I want the open wound I want the dark street I want the virgin blood I want the wet heat
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