The mess that she made, the endgame, never gave up
The mess that she made, the endgame, never gave up

The long dog, he's got weird arms, the words are no boast
The long dog, he’s got weird arms, the words are no boast

Turn off, and leave them all rehearsing my life
Turn off, and leave them all rehearsing my life

Somеone will find us, or hide us, nothing I want
Someonе will find us, or hide us, nothing I want

The long dog, he's got weird arms, the words are no boast
The long dog, he's got weird arms, the words are no boast

The mess that she made, the endgame, never gave up
The mess that she made, the endgame, never gave up