Paroles de About Him (Then)

I distribute misery So come closer To me my child Go take a lottery ticket I believe That it will be The blackest one Yes, the blackest one Solo: ambro¿y The bed's already made So let your body Rest on The broken glass But let not Your scream Out of your throat Give it to me Out of your blood I'll build my house Your tears Will shine like jewels I distribute misery So take a lottery ticket Don't you want it I bet You'll take it