Mess That You Brought

Black Shep Band

Compositor: Hudson Cabala e André Seben

Nightmare, desire, a little kind
Is it another joke from our time?
We called, you came, we’ve lost, you’ve won
And we fucked all the things we’ve could mind

How is your liver? Slept over fever?
Prove us you ain’t the first
Hope a new gather, that you will invite us
And we pray your pocket keeps intact

Come on, come in. You’re out, or in?
It is not your decision, no way!
We called, you came, we’ve lost, you’ve won
And we fucked all the things we’ve could mind

How is your liver? Slept over fever?
Prove us you ain’t the first
Hope a new gather, that you will invite us
And we pray your pocket keeps intact

Stronger than us, this mess that you brought is no good
Leave you alone might be better then run into you

How is your liver? Slept over fever?
Prove us you ain’t the first
Hope a new gather, that you will invite us
And we pray your pocket keeps intact