Print

You wake from comfort searchto morning soiled bed.Now, slumber sweetened toothbites down in cold, hard truthOh, oh, no, Elizabeth. Oh, oh, no.Oh, oh, no, Elizabeth. Oh, oh, no.Through pre-pubescent tones,the sticks will break your bones,and as you're walking homeyou cry, cry, cry alone.Through pre-pubescent tones,the sticks will break your bones,and don't look up to call,for all they are is tall.Don't do that, Elizabeth. Don't do that.Don't do that, Elizabeth. Don't do that.Though few days you've had,those days have all been sad.When youth has found its past,these days they all were cast.SongtexteThough few days you've had,those days have all been sad.No matter what is said,life change or sudden death.You're unloved, Elizabeth. You're unloved.You're unloved, Elizabeth. You're unloved.You're unloved, Elizabeth. You're unloved.You're unloved, Elizabeth. You're unloved.You're unloved.You're unloved.You're unloved.You're unloved. Aus Songtexte Mania