di Smith
BASTILLE
You go sleep with the fishes
There’s no room for you here
There’s no room for you here
Wrap your teeth around the pavement
‘Cause your body’s a message
Send my regards to hell
Fall upon your knees saying
“This is my body and soul here”
Fall and begging, pleading
“You’ve got the power and control”
Don’t pin it all on me
Don’t pin it all on me