Honky-tonk devils glitter in Like royal rats in kitten skin And all the blondes drop their panties and cryTo the father`s first lullaby
So let me paint you with my love With my love, with my love
To kill the man behind the crowd Would be viewed as amateur Because the king is invisible The king is invisible And death is a profession
So let me paint you with my love With my love, with my love
It`s not a life sentence But a death dream for you It`s not a life sentence But a death dream for you It`s not a life sentence But a death dream for you It`s not a life sentence But a death dream for you It`s not a life sentence But a death dream for you