I fucked up again It's all my fault
so turn me around and face the wall
and read me my rights and tell me I am wrong
until it gets into my thick skull
a slap on the wrist
a stab in the back
torture me I've been a bad boy
nail me to the cross and tell me
you have won
I lost before I did any wrong
I'm hexed with regrets and bad luck
so keep your distance it's rubbing of
or you will be damned to spend your life in hell
or earth with me tangled at your feet
you finally met your nemisis
disguised as your fatal long lost love
so kiss it goodbye until death do we part
you fell for a jinx for crying out loud
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.