ishroyale old country şarkı sözleri
Tears and incisions in the cattle bone
It was God along the fringes tugging at the cobblestones
I hate being stupid but quite fond of being dumb
I'm a jackass, abominable, a wager to be won.
Staring at the faces of people in pool halls
With God along the fringes, shifting feet between songs
The coat check and the chess board, pawns on the plains
Tarry across the table yet waver in their faith.
Fortitudine, fortitudine
Regale us with tales of the old country.
Fortitudine, fortitudine
Row with the reaper towards the chimney sweep on the beach
Hesitant but happy to be.
