Bulls – All Them Witches

Leaves on the promenade
Down on the disco floor
Dreams eat the bitter tea
I’m sleepin’ through the war

Cash in the broken hands
Pockets seen better scores
I built a house like this
I’m sleepin’ through the war

I’m married to my boredom
No man afraid of gore
I’m drivin’ round my worry
I’m sleepin’ through the war

Cash in the broken hands
Pockets seen better scores
I built a house like this
I’m sleepin’ through the war

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