Grovel, Grovel - текст песни
Grovel, Grovel
Joseph: I dreamed that in the fields one day The corn gave me a sign Your eleven sheaves of corn All turned and bowed to mine I dreamed I saw eleven stars The sun the moon and sky Bowing down before my star, And now I realize why
How do I know where you come from? You could be spies Telling me that you are hungry. That could be lies How do I know who you are? Why do you think I should help you? Would you help me? Why on earth should I believe you? I've no guarantee
Brьder & Erzдhlerin: Grovel, grovel, cringe, bow, stoop, fall Worship, worship, beg, kneel, sponge, crawl
Brьder: We are just eleven brothers Good men and true Though we know we count for nothing When up next to you Honesty's our middle name Life is slowly ebbing from us Hope's almost gone It's getting very hard to see us >From sideways on
Brьder & Erzдhlerin: Grovel, grovel, cringe, bow, stoop, fall Worship, worship, beg, kneel, sponge, crawl
Joseph: I rather like the way you're talking Astute and sincere Suddenly your tragic story It gets me right here
Brьder: This is what we hoped he'd say
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