That sweet little redhead's Got her hooks in my back She points her finger And she shows me what I lack Her pale skin, it burns so hot In the midnight
That sweet little redhead's got her hooks in my back she points her finger and she shows me what i lack her pale skin, it burns so hot in the midnight
store your rust, Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust. Under the sands of the mighty Sahara, Goes our hero bold, in seach of gold, a casket for a dying world. Our hero
