The Man Without letra

Drunk as a lord,
It cost an enormous amount
Be happy in these days
Your self don't drop it
If you like, i'll drop you off
He dropped into the hole

That's a dud
The soul dropped out the pocket
A dumb anger
The clouds dulled the feeling's light

The money earns a good friends
It's false, there's no earthly use in that

What's eating you?
He felt himself getting sickly
Don't hide your feelings from me
Money was his god
We spent on way towards hell
I like to do a favour,
I want to win your favour,
He's a nice guy!

Ablepsy - Letras

• Ablepsy
• Another Passing Fancy
• I Believe
• Like Him
• The Chains Of Ignorance
• The Man Without
• The Power Of Poetry
• This Life Arduous
• Towards My Freedom