- Young Fathers hangman 歌詞
- Young Fathers
- Im almost there. Im almost there
but not quite
Travelling through the bayou
feel the eeriness at sunset
My senses on high alert so I say
Hello Whos there Nothing
Like a whistle in the
wind as I move on forward
I hear the leaves rustling leaves rustling
In a state of grace words
I shouldnt have said are all forgiven
All the days of bad forgotten
But still, to me, revenge
is a dish best served cold
Like ice cold with an ice
pick and a blindfold
Im going, going, gone
I said Im going, going gone
Time to meet your maker
Time to meet your maker
Im prowling, growling, howling
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
Hey
For you
Low deep nasty
You chopping me down like the Amazon
No getting past me
Two feet in the air
You wouldnt last a marathon
Racing with the panther
The maximum price ah
Curator of the faith ah
Im never too late ah
Dont shoot the messenger
Shoot the messengers mother
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Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
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For you
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Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you
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