Roger B. Taney Songtext
von Caustic Casanova
Roger B. Taney Songtext
If I land in your fire, I won′t burn
I hear what you're screaming, now it′s my turn
Summon your ghosts as your idols fall
Scared little men who will never stand tall
You are nothing more than an open mouth
Two feet in the grave of a receding South
It's not over
You are nothing more than an open mouth
Two feet in the grave of a receding South
It's not over
You are nothing more than an open mouth
Two feet in the grave of a receding South
If I land in your fire, I won′t burn
I hear what you′re screaming, now it's my turn
Summon your ghosts as your idols fall
Scared little men who will never stand tall
I hear what you're screaming, now it′s my turn
Summon your ghosts as your idols fall
Scared little men who will never stand tall
You are nothing more than an open mouth
Two feet in the grave of a receding South
It's not over
You are nothing more than an open mouth
Two feet in the grave of a receding South
It's not over
You are nothing more than an open mouth
Two feet in the grave of a receding South
If I land in your fire, I won′t burn
I hear what you′re screaming, now it's my turn
Summon your ghosts as your idols fall
Scared little men who will never stand tall
Writer(s): Andrew Yonki, Francis Beringer, Jacob Kimberley, Stefanie Zaenker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
