Front 242 - Felines |
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Felines
Front 242 They come to track down the sobbing They come to sully the sorrow To eat their fill of dispair They come to track down the sobbing To pulverize the most intimate pains To see the bloody insides in circles Let's feed the felines Bury your head in the sand or go round Deeply caught in their conceit They gather to check their luck street To eat their fill of despair The vultures sweeping down upon the Let's feed teh felines |
