Текст песни Roman Holiday

We caught our teeth in the bedroom

We slit our wrists on our custom dollar bill

Witches, witches, withes, witches

We are the death of the party

We are the life of the funereal, all of us

Ring this, bring this, bring this

I want the righteous roots

I want the fresh meat

I want the first born

I want the dead beat
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We traded poses on flood lights

The stop sign all of this

Witches, witches, witches, witches

We found our way in the black out

We are the ghosts in the lighthouse all of us

Bring this, bring this, bring this

I walk the open road

I walk the dark streets

I walk the

I walk the west heat