Primal Scream USA
Poisoned
Drink of my cup sample my mead golden loaves fulfill a need gorge yourself until your sated taste the ale taste my hatred arsenic, hemlock, belladonna lie still the deeds been done the battles over it's been won take your place amongst the dead I'll like the throne in your stead can this norseman be kept down or will the toxins seize his crown lifeline pounds a beat of fury artic blood he'll rage in glory
From Letras Mania