Letras
Vile, while I wander the night with eyes bloodshot
Murder, denial, your one desire rammed down
Murder, denial, you said he was his mothers son
Murder, denial, who shot and what insured my fall?
Why? When I set out to fall, this setup grand slam
Why? And the son had to fall, we sat a mile aside
Wild, and her son had to fall, he's glad, a centerfold
My? Why'd her son have to fall, and why a centerfold?