omnium gatherum - writhen lyrics
“to get out of smell of mould,
to get back on your feet again –
let every god have his day” –
and again the leather is black as i lie on fragments of gl-ss,
more broke than ever –
no more ti amo –
trying not to hate the guts we all have –
’cause i got the guts and i feel the guilt –
now we still hate it when we play the part of the greek –
vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen –
and who swore not to let it out in here just to see
the boots rot away in one’s feet –
so better ring the bell of wh-r-dom if it wants to ring,
or just forget all perverse offerings –
the writhing stays the same even if you got the guts
and you feel the guilt –
now we still hate it when we play the part of the greek –
vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen –
minne sattuu ihmiseen –
vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen
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