Turkish Heights - Trailer Trash Tracys

Last night I spoke to Floss swallowing the droughts

First light in gray each time it puts me down

Feeling, she starts weeping.

Believing

Take me down

Take me down

Last night a turkish knife did curse my ground

First fire breathes both me out and lost me there

Bleeding, she starts weeping.

Believing

Take me down

Take me down

Take me down

Take me down

You, you.

You.

You

Oh, you never listen to her

Oh, you never listen to her

Oh, you never listen to her