Merci, Merci, Merci Fur die Stunden Cherie, Cherie Unsere Liebe war schon, so schon Merci Cherie, so schon, so schon Merci Cherie, so schon, so schon Merci
so sein, so sein. Merci, Merci, Merci fur die Stunden Chrie, Chrie, Chrie, uns're Liebe war schon, so schon, Merci Chrie, so schon, so schon, Merci Chrie
: Hoy es el dia de los muertos en vida Donde este pobre corazon resucita Cinco meses deborao por las termitas Como esa podrida y vieja silla Hoy vi cruzar
, so sein Merci, Merci, Merci FA?r die Stunden Cherie, Cherie Unsere Liebe war schA¶n, so schA¶n Merci Cherie, so schA¶n, so schA¶n Merci Cherie, so
This punky club was spinnin' fores off a funky tee I'm on the floor and she's watching me Guess she was fine With a head to thigh inspection, yeah With
There you are standin' with those teardrops in your eyes Tellin' me you're sorry for things you've done I've heard that same old story so many times before
It's the kind of night that's so cold when you spit It freezes before it hits the ground And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dollar If he's
Ba ba da Ba ba da Ba ba da Ba ba da She kept her feet on the ground Her hair was a cloud that the sun Illuminated cheap champagne all around The jukebox
Poor boy tripping on good intentions Girls got rhythm and expectations In a world gone mad under reconstruction I'm all washed up, I guess I've had enough
A cheap and evil girl sets out on the city She's moistened every curl, she's poisonously pretty And the unsuspecting fool falls prey As the dim detective
Mercy (Sisters of Mercy) Daughters of Hell (Daughters of Hell) They always weave their web of lies And wrap you in their wicked spell Sister of Mercy (Sisters of Mercy
A memory falls down from what it was With this confession I beg for more I never mean to and it's been a while since I found meaning in these desires
you say it's cheap entertainment honey. buried me alive, just to dig me up at night. oh, but i say it's poor death perception maybe. breaths all you can
of mercy[sisters of mercy] Daughters of hell[daughters of hell] They always weave their web of lies And wrap you in their wicked spell Sisters of mercy[sisters of mercy
poor boy tripping on good intentions girls got rhythm and expectations in a World gone mad under reconstruction I'm all washed up, I guess I've had enough
