fighting in the dancehall - goldblade lyrics
Loading...
victorian turrets of wealth and empire greed
paid by the sweat of trade and colonial grief
a mediaeval curse stains this land
the middle ages never seem to end
caravaggio cursed lesser men
drew his sword and murdered some of them
revenge is a dish best served cold
an artist lives life with his own rules
fighting in the dancehall, f-cking in the streets
Random Song Lyrics :
- something to say - boys of fall lyrics
- bullet - anastasiamax lyrics
- 'n heel klein vuur - arne jansen lyrics
- truffle butter remix - trippij x keyxo x naasty made lyrics
- moscow mule - the stirr lyrics
- rabdomante - resla lyrics
- game over dlc - zach boucher lyrics
- volverte a ver - leslie shaw lyrics
- daylight (acoustic) - finch lyrics
- no me cambiarán - ricardo iorio lyrics