Lyrics Roman Holiday - Every Time I Die

Roman Holiday - Every Time I Die
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roman Holiday, artist - Every Time I Die. Album song New Junk Aesthetic, in the genre Хардкор
Date of issue: 10.09.2009
Record label: Epitaph
Song language: English

Roman Holiday

We cut our teeth in the bedroom
We slit our wrists in our costumes
All of them, witches, witches, witches, witches!
We are the death of the party
We are the life of the funeral
All of us, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen!
I want the ripened fruit
I want the fresh meat
I want the first born
I want the down beat
We traded vows on the front line
They ushered us through the stop sign
All of them witches, witches, witches, witches!
We found our way in the blackout
We are the ghosts in the lighthouse
All of us, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen!
I want the open wound
I want the dark street
I want the virgin blood
I want the wet heat

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