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