Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ragman, artist - Cripple Bastards. Date of issue: 10.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ragman |
| Born in your shit, I can’t enjoy the colors of grace and beauty |
| I can’t feel anything but this uniform-unfailing sense of nausea… |
| «Her eyes… so lovely |
| That you’re askin' yourself how can tears… |
| Her body… so perfect |
| That you’re askin' yourself how can shit…» |
| «Her brain… so empty |
| That I’m askin' myself how can thoughts… |
| Her life… so senseless |
| That I’m askin' myself how boring should be…» |
| The colors of grace and beauty won’t fit in my picture; |
| Diping my brush in your shit I’ll paint a life of kicks |
| Intimidations, self-relegation |
| I’m a ragman and I love my putrid clothes |
| Weared out by thousands generations |
| You’re something worst… corrupted perfection; |
| The static divinity of perfumed trash |