: I know that the end of my mind is so near, My mind is churning and burning with fear Why did I in-a-vite it here? God, why did I in-a-vite it here
I know that the end of my mind is so near My mind is just churning and burning with fear Oh, why did I in-a-vite it here? Oh God, why did I in-a-vite
Übersetzung: Iron Butterfly. Voll Angst.
has gone down with all hands So raise your voices and sing For this butterfly has lost it's wings Sing out your hearts Sing o'er your bowels filled with
keep it low with the heat White boys, black boys running the street Double guns (guns), I roll with nothing but the troubled ones Ain't nothing sweet
