Kitchen Dwellers
Black Cat
Well I'm broke and out of stakes
Days pass their final test
Stubborn love give me the strength
Set in sand
To bode well, in contempt
Send your fire to my paragrapgh
The sultan's tea is in
The final leg
So long, I'm a black cat marching on
Let the wind carry our songs long and gone
Room to run, who's got the final stretch?
Selling this false sense, costs less
What's my name? What's the time?
Could I find myself high and dry
Low down low, the uncle's role
Cost small
To bode well, in content
Send my money to thе government
All is well, and hеaven spent
Costs less
So long, I'm a black cat marching on
Let the wind carry our songs long and gone
Room to run, who's got the final stretch?
Selling this false sense, costs less
So long, I'm a black cat marching on
Let the wind carry our songs long and gone
Room to run, who's got the final stretch?
Selling this false sense, costs less