New p**nographers - Broken Breads lyrics

I could have it without with the who*es and their buggies I suppose their father knows best where the wind goes you could always see into the dark for miles around my job was to try and make a sound then I heard the call of I heard the call to screaming I don't wanna I saw the girls the new world minstrels whispering I don't wanna tormented kings your children of the earth sing under an embalmed clear sky under an embalmed clear sky I foresee that you'll be weakened the children of your cash I can tell you can't live without it who was I to come between a who*e and her money? yes there is a war boys versus girls clowns versus their curls I invested well and heavily into your antics I requested suicide blonde loudly yes there is a war its much like the one I've been waiting for boys versus girls clowns versus their curls I heard the call of I heard the call to screaming I don't wanna I saw the pearls the new world minstrels whispering I don't wanna tormented kings your children of the earth sing under an embalmed clear sky under an embalmed clear sky I heard the call of I heard the call to screaming I don't wanna I saw the pearls the new world minstrels whispering I don't wanna tormented kings your children of the earth sing