With No Shoes Songtext

von The Charlatans

Stone me, and may you always have no shoes,
And I would rather just for you
Be the devil make you mine

And She, I know you say you hardly sleep
I make you cold I make you weak
I'll be the son of everything you hate

And come the day I'll be the king,
The king of all and everything
Your saint is coming thru',
You know he's gonna feed on you

I've been walking with no shoes,
Keep your mountain picnic blues,
Today I'm babtising you

Stone me, and may you always have no shoes
And I would rather just for you,
Be in a taxi driving miles from here

I've been walking with no shoes
Fill my kidneys up with booze,
Today I'm killing you, killing you

The stars who play with laughing sam goodnight
I know God is on your side
I'll be the devil, make you, make you mine

And I could hardly wait to shoot you down
I keep you underneath my crown,
A side of beef should see you off to sleep

I've been walking with no shoes,
Keep your mountain picnic blues,
Today I'm babtising you
Babtising you