Nostalgia is a girl on a bed
With a gun to my head
Sun is pouring from the window and your hair
Nothing feels better than sin
Than a swim through the wind
I'm a king with the sky and your skin
They're coming for you
There's nothing I can do
I'm afraid your blood will be on the carpet today
They're coming for you
There's nothing I can do
Guess this time it's no use for you to pray
If you start beating on the mattress
There's got to be something wrong
With your eyes and your soul
Popping acids for dessert
Loving your folks all the same
Just like entering the desert with the rain
They're coming for you
There's nothing I can do
I'm afraid your blood will be on the carpet today
They're coming for you
There's nothing I can do
Guess this time it's no use for you to pray
When will you get me out of here?
When will I forget about this room?
When will the Virgin on the wall see me bloom?
They're coming for you
There's nothing I can do
I'm afraid your blood will be on the carpet today
They're coming for you
There's nothing I can do
Guess this time it's no use for you to pray
They're coming for you
There's nothing I can do
I'm afraid your blood will be on the carpet today
They're coming for you
There's nothing I can do
Guess this time it's no use for you to pray
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