Distillers. Sing Sing Death House. Young Girl. Zeneszám

We were young girls in a small world
Im on your doorstep man
Ringin your bell again Ringing your bell again

Im sorry Gerti Rouge all that youre through
Looking for love that never stabbed your heart
ANd probably never will
Its a lie when you are telling the truth
Its the truth when you are telling a lie
Spread your legs then get down on your knees
And pray it never happens again

Well here i am on your doorstep again
I let the winds of time pass through my life
Maybe theres an end
WHo the fuck protects you?
Who the fuck is going to resurrect you?
Its a sorrowed truth the truth is not a ie
Come on up baby
Dont go and burn in the fire