Bastard کے بول

Out on the moor burning with cold I sprawled on the ground while the moon flew above all crisp and cold and so icy there wasn't a sound till his head hit the table and the music got louder a fight in the room and I'm getting so tired All I knew I really need is somewhere to hide Don't mutter at me, you bastard I've got cheap emotions knock me down with a feather I show you the door Tell me a joke all points to the north I left as soon as I could He dropped like a glas smashed up on the ground in the fag ends and beer he lay there quite still bitter fears cut his heart he'll live to regret this so don't start I really need is soemwhere to hide Don't mutter at me, you bastard I got cheap emotions knock me out with a feather I show you the door.