I feel everything deep in my head it's spinning. Good and evil lost in the city with the people. And it's ticking, we won't be forgiven. . My name's Solomon, Solomon, Solomon Eagle.
You fall asleep in the carriage. So they sift through your pockets. She drove you round the bend. In her mother's automatic. . She treats you like a friend.
Post no bills, ill with chills, the pills, the cigarettes. No I won't kill, I will not defend a bloody rag. And where did all the friendships go?. Lost them all to suffragettes.