Текст песни Dead Mans' Hill

I played the fool on Dead Mans' Hill Was the only thing I could have done But that mask just stuck to me Hang my face and don't turn around Weasel words that bite the hook, follow me into the flame Courtesan, call to arms, she brought pills, and I brought the gun That trout fish arse stole my heart In a world I can't kiss any more In your face and out of space, in the silence I came after you Sweet solo I paid the price for all things nice Abandoned to the license of Rome In monotone and market squares, oh I could of if I had been pissed But I'm cold, so fucking cold, no more words no more roses for you You can die free of charge, with a hole in my heart just for you Sweet solo