We were young girls in a small world. I'm on your doorstep man, ringing your bell again. Ringing your bell again. We were young girls in a small world.
Are you ready to be liberated. On this sad side city street. Well the birds have been freed from their cages. I got freedom and my youth. . My name is Brody I'm from Melbourne.
Holy eyes, I never knew I'd beg down at your feet. Hold on tight, I never knew I'd know much more than this. Open sky, the wave of pain, the scent of you is bliss.
Oh how my heart it sings suicide,. Oh how my gallow sinks of black dye.. Oh how my death march brings a tear to your eye,. Oh how the noose it swings when you die..
Oh, it's set in 1848 in the crush of New York State. And the thing about destiny is it never ever makes mistakes. . Susan B. Anthony. Forever haunting me.
Oh lordy lordy. Well your head hangs below the ground. Oh lordy lordy. Well i think thats where your found. . And so they tell me that you aint my friend.
I'm on the edge everyday. Aint nothing going for you and me. I am my enemy in everyway. He planted the seed. . When i was a teen girl i walked real awkward.
I come down like a hurricane sucked up inside. Now I spit out the suffer, yeah. You say you want a revelation,. Revel in this my lover. You're free at liberty is this what you want.
I fancy you but I've been destitute. And all I know dissolved, I could never re-undo you. I will always say it's so, I will always speak the truth. Descend into a noose, I could never re-undo you.
Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope?. Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die?. . I wish that you didn't love me no more, I've been dead for years,.
WOW!. Shoot your gun. Baby I come undone. Shoot your gun. Baby I come undone. Shoot your gun. Baby I come undone. Shoot your gun. do it, oh do it oooooooh!.
It's come take from the ripe. It feels so still I could just die just die. It's come to reach up inside. Oh how the blood stains well on white. . Ooh the coral fang sinking in to make you well.
Its going down tonight in this town. Cause they stare and growl. They all stare and growl. I take a scar everytime I cry. Cause it ain't my style, no it ain't my style.
I am the bullet and you're the bullseye. When I hit, there's nothing left. I am the bullet and you're the bullseye. When I hit, there's nothing left. .