Letras
I landed on him
That thing
Horrible, wet
Something, jelly, or worms, or something
My hand on him
God
For Christ's sake
Head of hair?
No, oh no
Moaning, thirsting, groaning
Or yelping like croaking
Alive?
Christ's sake!
Chattering, so awful cold
Helpless, animal
And hopeless, I think
Hopeless
I am not there
It is not me
Get hold over it
Ooh, it's over
You're out