Stripped Guns - Queens of Babylon

Oh, God, she talks like a sweet bird
I can't make a step away
Oh, God, she's a lusted kind of trap
Dead end of fairy tale

You pay for fake from day to day
I pay a lot just to fade away

Queens of Babylon
Yeah I'm knocking at your door
Queens of Babylon
Roll me upside down on the golden floor
Queens of Babylon
Every rose has it's thorn but I stay for more
Queens of Babylon
Flesh for cash in the neon raw

Oh, God, I was stoned to fast
Who they are to judge
Oh, God, they аre backbite
My Bones to crash

Written by:
Alessandro Del Vecchio, Alexander Beyrodt, David Readman, Matthias Lasch

Publisher:
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